Planar Collapse: Story Reveal!

Heya everyone! As you may know, I've been working for a couple of months now on a custom megaset, Planar Collapse. Well, now that the set is reaching near 400 cards (which I'm ecstatic about), I've decided that I should start writing the story for it. So welcome! I'm gonna try to do it like Wotc-ish with a story and showcase a few related cards along the way. If you want, you can check out the full set here:

Planar Collapse

As always, feedback is super appreciated on cards.

If you see card in the set that you would like to know more about storywise, you can message me and I will do my absolute best to write that part of the story as well.

As always, cheers! And I can't wait to get this whole big story on the road.


  • edited January 17
    Story I, Part I

    Cierne hastened down the corridor, refraining from running despite the gravity he felt now weighing down on him. If what his friend had told him was true…
    “Good morning, Grand Toven!” A bright-eyed monk passed by, smiling, and waving.
    Cierne smiled and nodded back but refused to ease up his pace. Normally he would have stopped to talk with the monk. He would have spent an hour discussing matters of the monk’s training, enlightenment, and the beauty of the world. But now, for the first time in his life, his duties as Grand Toven superseded all of that. The peace of that life was at stake, and if he didn’t act soon enough, it could very well be taken from him forever.

    Not even the smell of the cherry trees blooming could calm him as he turned and entered the sacred meditation grove. This was his favorite time of year; the cherry trees were in full bloom, their beautiful white flowers voluminous and fragrant.

    His sister, Mienje, was seated underneath one of these trees now. Her eyes were closed, and her body relaxed. Her robe was dancing every so slightly in the breeze. She seemed a statue. It was such a shame he would have to rouse her from such deep meditation.

    “My dear sister,” he said, drawing close.

    She opened her eyes, her calm face turning to mockery in but a moment. “Now that you’re Grand Toven you can interrupt my meditation for stupid things, but I can’t interrupt yours?”

    Cierne folded his hands in front of him. “I’m afraid that this is of planar importance,” he said softly.

    Mienje smiled, rising slowly from her seated position. “Losing a game of yuteim is not of planar importance, brother.”

    Cierne ignored her. He looked towards the sky, towards the sun, shining beautifully in a sea of cloudless blue. He held his hand to shield his eyes some. “Tell me, Mienje, does something seem strange to you about the sun?”

    Mienje chuckled. “Brother, we both know that the sun shines every day, sometimes brighter, sometimes darker, but it is the great essence of life.”

    He didn’t look back at her. He continued measuring. Calculating. Sizing up the imminent devastation. “What if I told you that the sun’s size has decreased by twenty percent in the past day?”

    Mienje laughed. “Brother! Please, is there some point to this? The sun has not done such a thing. We would have felt it, no? I mean, such a change we would see empirically.”

    “Perhaps,” Cierne said, nodding. “Or perhaps what is in the sky are the last few images of our sun that we shall see.” He turned quickly towards her. “Marinus has informed me that we have stopped orbiting it. We have taken a ninety degree turn away from it, in fact.”

    Mienje frowned, looking into the sky. “But what could cause such a thing, and how does he know?”

    “I don’t know,” Cierne continued. “But what I do know, is that it is an imminent threat. I need you to help me fortify the Tovenkiel.”

    “Fortify it from what?”

    “I don’t have the answer to that either.”

    “Well then how do you…”

    The ground beneath them shook, and the light above them vanished as though a candle had been blown out. The sky was replaced with flashing lights of stars.

    The earth cracked beneath Cierne’s feet, and he leaped back. He swirled the wind to him, cloaking himself and rising an inch above the ground. Reaching out, he called the wind to hold the stone of the Tovenkiel. But when he did so, all he felt was the great cracks. The whole world was cracking. The Tovenkiel was already severed from the Lokem, and he could feel the cracks ripping into the Muntem Peaks. With what strength he could muster, he swirled all the air he could grab. His reach went for miles.

    “I’m sorry,” he whispered, knowing that he was turning the whole Lokem into an airless vacuum, and dooming hundreds to die, but he was entrusted to keep the Tovenkiel safe, at any cost. He swirled the mass of air, encircling the Tovenkiel in a massive bubble of air.

    A crack reached the bubble. It shot through the ground and pierced the beautiful sanctuary Cierne had made.

    How is that possible? The crack wasn’t a crack in the earth, it was almost as if…

    It was a crack in space itself.

    He took a deep breath. “Venyu, I sacrifice,” He whispered. Out from his chest burst a magnificent white snow owl. He could feel its wings, its talons, everything scratch him inside as it stole his life energy. But as Grand Toven, it was his ultimate trump card. To call upon the Wind Sovereign herself by sacrificing part of his own life.

    Venyu flapped her wings, sending a thousand thousand feathers sprawling forward. They flew towards the bubble he had made, as though by magnetism, sticking themselves to the inside. And as each fell into place, locking with the next as though part of a puzzle, a small burst of energy seared the feathers together. In mere moments, the whole inside of his bubble was layered with Venyu’s feathers, sealed with the Sovereign’s energy.

    “You must hold, my child,” Venyu said softly, landing on his shoulder. “I do not foresee this being a short journey.”

  • edited January 17
    Story I, Part II

    “Awaken. Awaken. Awaken.”

    Cierne’s eyes snapped open. He was standing, in the Tovenkiel still. Venyu was flying in front of his face, her golden eyes staring into his. “It seems we have arrived.”


    Venyu did not answer.

    “How much will you take?” He asked.

    “I will stay,” she said, landing on Cierne’s shoulder. “But do no worry, I need no more life of yours.”

    Cierne eyed the Sovereign suspiciously, still maintaining his spell for the moment.

    Venyu motioned slowly to the ground before them with her wing. Cierne could feel dread spread through him. He looked down, and found, at his feet, Mienje, lifeless. Energyless.

    “She asked that I take her instead,” Venyu said softly.

    Cierne let go of his spell and sank to his knees. Mienje’s face, though without life, was somehow soft and…almost smiling. It seems that she was at peace.

    “Tell me…”

    “Yes,” Venyu interjected. “It was painless and instantaneous. She lives in the wind now.”

    Feathers began to pepper the ground around Mienje’s corpse, until she was completely covered. Then, in one moment, they all vanished, and so too had Mienje.

    “We will mourn her when we hear the wind howl,” Venyu said. “But for now, we must protect the Tovenkiel from whatever horror this is.”

    Cierne looked up. His spell had disappated. So had Venyu’s. They were staring up, through the grove, through the spires of the Tovenkiel, still intact, at the night sky, filled with a thousand stars. But there, in the sky, hung two moons.
    “Ciestou doesn’t have two moons,” he said softly.

    “You’d be correct.” Marinus, his voice sweet and charming, said, approaching them from behind. “I think you will find much more that Ciestou doesn’t have if you’ll follow me.”
    Cierne didn’t know what to say. Mienje was gone. He knew he should mourn her, but he also knew that as Grand Toven, he first had to prioritize the safety of the Tovenkiel. He begrudgingly rose to his feet and followed Marinus out of the grove, to a nearby balcony. Marinus motioned widely with his arm at the landscape before them. To the west, as per usual, sat the familiar faces of the Muntem Peaks. But to the north, where should sit the Lokem, sat more mountains, all unfamiliar to him. The rocks that built the mountains were even different from those that built the Muntem Peaks.

    “Ciestou didn’t have a mountain range like that,” Marinus said.

    Venyu landed on the balcony’s edge. “And the mana is…” She paused. “I can feel Ciestou’s leylines, but they’re broken. Shattered, spread apart over miles and miles. Thousands of miles.”

    “Meaning?” Cierne asked.

    Marinus stared at the two moons in the sky. “Meaning the whole plane of Ciestou has been picked up and transplanted somewhere else.”

    “So, we’re no longer on Ciestou?” Cierne asked. The words Marinus had just said didn’t make sense. You couldn’t just pick up and move a whole plane.

    “To be exact,” Marinus stated, scratching his beard anxiously. “Ciestou doesn’t exist anymore. It has, if my calculations and divinations are correct, been completely fused with something else; some other plane.”
    “So, where are we?”

    “A new reality,” said Venyu. “This is the cosmos now.

    End of Story I
    Hope you enjoyed the first story, stay tuned to find out more about Planar Collapse! Cheers!
  • @RohanDragoon

    Me and a couple other people have been working on something called The Script, it compiles canon and fanon mtg history from people on MTGCardsmith, if you want, I can have your story put into it.
  • @EnvyReaper
    That sounds really cool! Definitely go right ahead!
  • Heya everyone! I'm back with the next part of the story!

    Story II, Part I

    The morning breeze was blowing in softly from the harbor. Ships with white hulls and golden sails filled Sinronce’s natural cove. Sunlight was twinkling off the white stone buildings of Sinronce, their burnt Tuscan rooftops neutralizing the harsh reflected sunlight.
    Even this early in the morning, the city was beginning to move. The harbor was bustling with merchants and traders, brimming with news of new planar collapse or perhaps the Dread Captain Caston.

    Idella, watching over this bustle from her balcony high in the palace, unfolded her wings for the first time today. The fragrant and salty sea air traced its way through her feathers, sending a pulse of relief through her. She relished in the simplicity of this moment every morning.
    Sinronce was more than just the Jewel of the Goldsea. It was her jewel. After many, many years of sacrifice, struggle, and subservience, she had subverted her deals, gained her power, and marked this world. Sinronce was her sacred slice of Amsu, her protectorate, her kingdom. And her people didn’t even care that she was a demon. Every day she unfurled her wings high above her city and renewed her commitment to protect it from this planar catastrophe.

    As she retracted her wings, she became alert to the soft flapping of another pair of wings nearby. Her moment of silence had already been shattered.

    “And what news are you bringing today?” she asked, not bothered enough to turn.

    The sound of wings petered out, and she felt something land on the railing. “Not even a hello?”

    Idella turned briskly towards the arrogant voice. Perched delicately on the railing was Ayeulion, with his perfect smile and multicolor-colored wings. “Hello,” she said with a snark. “Now would you mind getting to it?” Ayeulion played this stupid formalities and drama game every time he showed up. Idella couldn’t tell if he was just too dumb to realize she didn’t have the time for it, or if he thought he was cool or important enough to not have to worry about wasting her time.

    “Well,” he said, withdrawing his beautiful wings, “There was another collapse last night.” He spun ever so delicately on the railing to gaze out over Sinronce’s bay.

    Idella tapped her fingers on the railing. “If so, then today’s not really one for dramatic flair.”

    “Very well,” Ayeulion muttered. “I’ll proceed with my report as plainly and boringly as possible.”

    “Appreciated,” Idella shot back with jest.

    “One plane collapsed in last night,” Ayeulion continued. “Some pockets of civilization managed to survive, but mostly fragmented, destroyed landscapes prevailed. As it may concern you, three islands appeared in the southern Goldsea, off the coast of old Hazum, and some academy or monastery or something appeared in the eastern Sinju Mountains.”
    “That’s all?”

    “In the immediate area,” he said with a nod.

    She drummed her fingers on the railing once more. To survive planar collapse, one either needed great luck or great power. Both of those were things she needed. But she couldn’t afford to weaken her Sinroncen forces sending countless emissaries into the unknown with the potential for them to be killed by some malevolent or vain power.

    “And did you learn anything about them?” she asked. Perhaps she could minimize the need to send out other scouts and emissaries.

    “Well, I got shot at flying over the islands,” he said with a smile and a slight shuffle of his feet. “So, I noped out of there as fast as I could.”
    “And the academy thing?”

    “When I got close, I noticed an exorbitant amount of energy there. I think that some sort of primal entity or deity was there. I didn’t want to proceed alone.”

    Idella nodded. Ayeulion’s magic was some sort of strange magic that gained strengthened the more of his kind were around. Even though his dramatic flair was often annoying, Idella couldn’t help but admire the calculated tactician that was hidden underneath. At the end of the day, it was why he was her greatest ally. He assessed his risks and made sure he wasn’t making any missteps.

    “And planeswalkers?” she asked softly. Ayeulion had powerful magic that kept him in tune with not just the magic of the various planes crashing into Amsu, but more importantly, the planeswalkers like himself that were being brought to the plane. She knew he could manipulate tons of kinds of mana, but his power increased exponentially in the presence of other planeswalkers.

    “I sensed four in total,” he said. He ruffled his wings a little bit. “One of them was on the islands, but I obviously couldn’t get there. I tried to send the message not to planeswalk telepathically, but…” Ayeulion trailed off and shrugged, his wings fluffing out slightly.

    “Anyways, I found someone who might be helpful to you…or us…whatever,” he continued. With a swift flap of his wings, he sent a gust of wind hurtling towards the door.

    Idella turned half-heartedly with Ayeulion’s theatrics. The door swung open with a creak to reveal a young man standing awkwardly in the doorway.

    “You told me to stand here until…” the young man stuttered.

    “And this is…?” Idella cut the young man off. She wanted information as quick as possible, not any of this time-consuming waste.

    “Keszin,” Ayeulion replied.

    Keszin stepped forward and awkwardly extended his hand.
  • edited February 13
    Story II, Part II
    “Keszin is, I believe, a potentially invaluable ally,” Ayeulion said.

    Idella stepped forward and grasped Keszin’s hand firmly. Keszin’s gaze dropped to the ground for a moment and then returned to Idella’s. “Keszin,” he said softly.

    Idella nodded. “I’ve gotten that. So, are you a—”

    “No, he’s not,” Ayeulion interjected. “But Keszin is a very powerful and unique mage.”

    Idella’s interest had been piqued. Even if the man standing in front of her wasn’t a planeswalker, a regular mage that caught the eye of Ayeulion for uniqueness had the potential to be an invaluable asset.

    “So, Keszin, what is your magic? Can you demonstrate for me?”

    Keszin’s eyes flicked to Ayeulion, then back to Idella. He smiled nervously. “No.”

    Idella felt herself flinch a little at the bluntness and disrespect. It wasn’t really a question. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

    Keszin looked at the sky. “Well, my magic revolves around the moon. I draw power from the mana that aligns with the moon to create spatial rifts that I convert into various arrangements of teleportation.”

    “Some sort of portal or personal teleportation?”

    “Either.” Keszin’s voice had grown a little stronger. “But my main power is in portal teleportation. I have been around for quite a while for this…“planar collapse” I believe you call it, and I understand that you are trying your best to muster at least some sort of defenses or something of the sort.”

    Mobility. Ayeulion had brought him here for mobility. He wanted to extend Sinronce’s influence beyond Sinronce. She could see the benefit in that; to have a large network of portals that connected various strongholds of her power. Unfortunately, there were a few holes that were nowhere near being adequately filled.

    “You said that your magic is based on the moon? What happens to the portals when the moons go down?”

    Keszin scratched the back of his neck. “They deactivate but will instantly reactivate when the moon’s mana is back.”

    “That’s where I hope your amassing will come in handy,” Ayeulion interrupted. “If we were to gain the allyship of some sort of moonmage or artificer who could trap and store the moon’s mana, we could essentially power the portals indefinitely.”

    Idella squinted and smiled at him sardonically. “There’s more problems than just that. Say we lose control of a portal. We would instantly give an enemy free reign over my protectorate.”

    “Actually no,” Keszin said, his chin tilted a little upwards. “Only those who have been blessed by me can enter the portals. Otherwise the moon’s mana will incinerate you instantly. It’s a very…primal, planar type of energy.”

    Idella turned away from the angel and young man standing on the balcony and looked out over Sinronce’s bay once more. She trusted Ayeulion. Perhaps more than anyone. He was her greatest ally in the fight against her. And as much as her heart was telling her that she should just hold onto Sinronce, the jewel she had made, her mind was telling her that even then it wouldn't be safe. That wretched demon wouldn’t stop. But maybe; just maybe, if Idella did something now, she could stop this catastrophe, even if that curse restricted what she could divulge. She could take her down. She could amass her own army. She could end this planar collapse. She could ensure the safety of her city and her plane for eons to come.

    She turned around and looked at Ayeulion. He was standing there, examining some of the feathers on his right wing. As Idella faced him, his eyes lit up eagerly. “Ayeulion, go find the other three planeswalkers that arrived with yesterday’s collapse. Implant the message not to planeswalk. It’s crucial we stop collapse as quickly as possible. Be safe.” She turned to Keszin. “Keszin, I’d like to hear about these portals in some more detail. And then I’d like to sketch a plan with you about proceeding with a network of them.”

    Ayeulion nodded, his smile firmly set in his face. With just the sound of the flap of his wings, he vanished. Idella knew he was already high in the sky to begin his search. She was left with Keszin, who was smiling nervously, though his eyes were eager.

    “Let’s get to work. We’ve got a world to protect.”

    End of Story II

    Thanks for reading and I hope you guys enjoyed it! Cheers!
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