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For̛ u̶s̕ t҉o̷ ̵a̕rri̧v̧e͏?͠
Ís̴ i͏t ͜d͡emi͏se?
͘Fo̕r ̵us̷ t́ǫ ̸arri҉v̶e?
͟
N͡o̸ m͏e͡s͠sage ͢ìs̶ ̢cle̡ar͝.
I̵f͏ ̢we̶ ͟ar͞e ̶to ar͢r̀iv̢e͜.̨
̢Per͟hapş ͞we̕ ̡sh̛all̵ w̡ait͞ ̶o͞ń E͠d̷gęrim͟.҉
̛
U͏nti͏l i̵t̨ ̵is tim̨e ̸we a͢r̢r͜iv͏e.̡
͡
̧T͝a̢ke ̨care͘.̵
In House Elta's inner sanctum, three women converge
"Sentient?" Lady Elta echoed
.
"At the very least extremely intelligent." Dame Almer replied. "If you look at the map their is distinct pattern to our lost ships. A pattern that implies we are deliberately being hunted."
"I have slain six of these beasts," Lady Kren's voice echoed somewhat in her suits armor. "And I have seen no indication they are anything other then mindless monsters."
"Then why do they always go after our windcharmers first?" Dame Almer countered.
"What would you have us do?" Lady Elta asked her sister.
"Redouble our efforts, outfit each of our merchant ships with harpoons and a contingent of professionals. Hunt each of them down. We have a need for food and I'm sure the Flamebearers would welcome a gift of oil."
"We've already doubled our efforts on this and look where that's gotten us." Dame Almer thrust her finger into the map. Each pin represented a missing ship, dozens of citizens gone.
"You have an alternative you'd like to propose." Lady Elta wasn't asking a question.
"We need to capture one. Ideally more than one. Study them, maybe we can develop a ritual that will allow us to communicate."
Dame Almer braced herself for Lady Kren to raise another objection, but she didn't. Instead she waited patiently for Elta to speak.
After a few moments she did. "Lady Kren, Dame Almer I want you to take our fastest boats and find a way to subdue these creatures and bring them back for study."
"Yes my liege." The two woman spoke in unison.
"And I shall devise a ritual to connect with these creatures."
"My Lady," Kren stepped forward. "You have already sacrificed so much to bring us here. You need time to recover. Allow me to perform the ritual."
"Your sword is more diplomatic than you mother." Dame Almer then stepped forward as well. "But she is right Lady, you need more time to recover. I will perform the ritual.
"You?" Kren asked incredulously. "Since when have you volunteered for any ritual?"
"Your mother is right, you've always been... reluctant to embrace that particular aspect of your duties." Lady Elta said.
"I've heard people talk behind my back. Some don't think I'm fully commited to the cause. I need to show them otherwise." Or else you'll make me, sooner or later. This should be more fun than growing extra wheat and blowing a little wind anyways.
"Very well. Dame Almer you shall remain here and work with me. Lady Kren, I leave the capture of the beasts in your capable hands.
TLDR: House Elta is going to try to capture a few leviathans and commune with them.
Second installation, including my actual card, to follow.
Oh, sorry, I misread your question. That would be @kandra127, if I am correct!
When it first arrived it would thrash against in the water ram itself against the steel pins in the water, and on one occasion, even attempted to beach itself. Each day Dame Almer would wait for the beast to either calm down or exhaust itself (Probably the later, though Almer certainly hoped it was the former.) Then she fed it, and attempt to heal it's wounds. For some reason her healing magic had no effect on the creature, so she bandaged him the old fashioned way. One day she arrived and the creature did not thrash in response, and Dame Almer knew it was time to commence her ritual.
Ideally she'd wait longer. Months even. But every day that passed was another day a boat might break into splinters, or leviathan may be slain for meat and oil. Almer withdrew her ceremonial dagger, and sliced open her palm. Then she sat cross legged and fell into a trance.
I wish to commune with you.
No response.
I wish for there to be peace between our people
If the beast understood her, it gave no indication.
We were wrong to attack you. We did not understand what you were. Can you help me make this right?
It wasn't working. Dame Almer stood up and walked to the edge of the pen. The vast beast didn't even seem to notice her.
Of course how could it understand her? Their lives, everything they had ever experienced were so alien to each other. Upon what bases could they form a bond?
Dame Almer jumped into the pen. The beast swam up until one giant eye lied before her. Almer could see her reflection in that eye. She couldn't read any intention in it, but perhaps it was deciding weather or not it should crush her. That's certainly what she would be thinking about in his position.
I apologize for capturing you. I couldn't think of any other path towards peace.
Still nothing. She was running out of air. If she didn't-No. That was it. Her spell needed another form of sacrifice. Something that would allow her to truly understand these leviathans.
Almer opened up her mouth, and breathed in as much water as she could.
At first there was nothing. Simply inky blackness. Unconsciousness.
Then, a sudden vastness. A thought, not her own, reverberated across her entire consciousness.
WHAT ARE YOU?"
Dame Almer wasn't sure her response was freely given, or taken from her. All she knew was in an instant her intentions were known to the vastness.
My name is Dame Almer. I was the first of my kind to slay one of your kind. This is an act I deeply regret, and if you seek vengeance than it is yours to take, and the cycle of violence may continue until there is only one of us left. But if you work with me, we can end the bloodshed between our people. I put myself in your hands.
https://mtgcardsmith.com/view/collective-plotting
https://mtgcardsmith.com/view/otherhome (The secondary Hivehome, also possibly the problem with the Collective in Limited Formats!)
"She's gone!" The dark haired man shouted, slamming the icicle in his hand into the table.
"Okay Charlem, we'll get them back. We'll attack with everything we have, but right now we should worry about that." Shinlei said, pointing at the dim specks of spacial energy on a map, and then an immensely bright one slowly moving towards their area.
"Those damned robots took her" Charlem said "I don't care about some explorers getting lost."
"What's a robot?" Questioned another woman on the council. Everyone sighed "We went over this in a briefing Brianna" another responded. Brianna sighed "Of course, must of missed that."
"You guys can go after those explorers if you want, I'm getting my sister back." He said as he started to storm out of the tent, "And how exactly do you plan to do that?' Shinlei said "By yourself?".
To this he responded with a turn of his head to a stomping outside, "No" he opened the tent to reveal a hulking golem towering above them. It waved.
Shinlei sighed and the other council members looked at her with worry and questioning. "Fine" She said "But I'm going with you." Everyone stared at her in shock "We can find that "explorer" and we can get your sister back"
Cardsmith's Afterthought:
My original idea for the Sages started with Chysila, the idea was for a WU clan that used music to make creatures easier to deal with. It eventually morphed into WBU with that could give and take powers. I made Charlem as Chysila's brother, making him have similar magic, but in the story, Chysila has magic coming directly from music, while Charlem has ice magic that has power connected to a tempo around him. This introduces an idea in the clan about how family members can have similar powers due to the genetics.
This was, Lady Elta knew, an indulgence. She had diplomats she could have sent. She could have written a letter and given it to her niece. Throughout Lady Elta's life she allowed herself few indulgences. They were not befitting someone of her power and station. One indulgence usually leads to another. Of course she allowed herself some indulgences butthey were spare, carefully chosen. And if she wasn't going to use one to meet a race of sentient, peace loving elks, when would she?
The waves crashed behind her as she left her ship and entered into the forest. She had no guards and no weapons. If the reports were accurate she wouldn't need them. Besides, she was far from helpless.
She didn't have to travel far before she caught sight of one of the creatures. She waved it over, and it approached cautiously. Cautiously? Lade Elta supposed that learning Elk body language was going to be whole other skill she would have to pick up.
The creature was as magnificent and elegant as the reports said. In fact they didn't do this particular specimen justice. "I am Lady Elta, I am here to discuss a peace treaty between our people."
(Sorry for the bridle and reins. It is surprisingly hard to find art with an elk and a humanoid on it.)
We have noticed your... ferocity regarding this subject. We did not realize the culprit was the sibling to a rival nation. However, we will not kneel before you for what we have done. Your sibling had caused us great turmoil in her quest to destroy all of our hard work, and we could not let that abide. If you dare to strike our holy church OR our blessed allies, you will suffer the same fate as your sister.
Shry was asleep when Kasselie entered the oracle’s dark chamber. She walked around the room, pulling on cords to open the high window curtains, shafts of morning light pouring in, basking the sleeping woman in warm sunlight. Shry’s chains began to rustle and clink as she was stirred awake by the sun. Blinking and keeping her head bowed against the light she stood up and looked around. Kasselie had returned to the pedestal in front of the imprisoned woman.
“Morning Shry, hope you’re doing well.” Kasselie said, already expecting her response.
“As well as can be expected in this situation.” Shry said with a glare down at the other woman.
“You’re the one that put yourself here.”
“Technically you’re the one that locked me up.” Shry snarked.
“Only because Father told me to and only because you tried to plot against him.”
“And I stand by that still. You know he can’t keep going like this.” The prisoner protested.
Kasselie seemed irritated, but did her best to move on. “We have problem, and I need your help.”
“Isn’t that always why you come? Because you can use me?”
“The more you help me, the more I can help improve your situation. The more you protest and resist the harder you make that on me. I might be in charge here, but Father is understandably still worried about what you might do if I give you too much freedom.” Kasselie pleaded, knowing Shry didn’t exactly have a lot of motivation to help out her captors. “We’ve run into a problem with a horde of vampiric bats, and they just keep coming.”
After taking several minutes to think, Shry let out a long sigh. “If I help you, you have to get me a bed.” She firmly stated.
“I can’t promise it’ll be great, but I’ll get you something. Is that fair?”
“Well I’m not exactly in a position to argue for much more, so sure, I guess that’s fair.” She told Kasselie before closing her eyes. After several long minutes, her breathing became very slow, the curtains flaring with each exhale. The sun was now directly overhead, the height of noon. Kasselie was used to Shry’s scrying process taking several hours sometimes, and simply rested against the pedestal railing. As the sun began pouring in from the western windows, the captive’s eyes lifted open. “Dusksnare, you must deal with him if you are to win.”
“Please tell me you can elaborate.” The wizard asked, frustrated.
“He’s the source of the horde. If you can defeat or contain him, that will be your key to victory. Be warned, he is powerful and won’t go down without a fight.”
“I see, thank you for cooperating. I’ll make sure we get you a bed.” Kasselie said with a quick bow before walking around and closing the curtains and lighting some candles. She needed to consult her council if they were going to come up with a plan to take this beast down.
Relevant cards from this post:
https://mtgcardsmith.com/view/elf-of-the-red-wood
The Strider nods and leads Lady Elta through the forest. After around half an hour of walking, Lady Elta is surprised to feel absolutely calm as she steps into a clearing with a pure shaft of light illuminating her position. On the other side of the clearing, a blue Strider stands, looking at her.
"You wish to talk with me?"
As the winds forced southward, Cyni descended from the boat as the boat continued on her way, led by Capitol Lennester and Cyni's second, Marlone Median. This one is an archmage of talent, able to control several elements.
https://mtgcardsmith.com/view/marlone-blessed-archmage?list=user
Cyni who trusts the winds to the south ... She has not changed .... Anyway ... Let's check if this is an omen .... thinking Marlone Median
Marlone was however skeptical with the storm that seemed to be rising ... And his doubts seemed to be confirmed ... The sea creature arrived shortly after these reflections, in the middle of rocky peaks.
Captain Lennester was struggling to hold the boat in place. Sailors and priests panicked. Only Marlone seemed a little confident, or even sure of himself.
- "Captain, approach these reefs!
- What? But what are you going to do?
- My duty to Cyni, to protect this boat. "
After the priests had repulsed with great difficulty an enormous fist of the beast, Marlone came down on a rocky peak. The beast began to take an interest in him. How could one man stand facing him, incarnation of the immensity of the ocean?
Marlone Median looked at the beast and the storm. He knew that before eliminating it, it had to be weakened.
He decided to play the game of the beast. Illuminating the palms of his hands, he began to swirl the waves of water and the air around him. Marlone wanted to control the storm, and the storm answered him. The eclairs roared. The sea roared. The wind blew loudly.
https://mtgcardsmith.com/view/redirect-the-tempest?list=user
The beast was stopped by this powerful infernal burst. The sea was attacking it frontally and the mighty Golem was losing its force against Marlone's magical attacks. She tried one last powerful fist in the direction of Marlone Median. But that was ready.
His right palm in front of him and his left hand on his heart, he drew a circle of light in front of him. His seal was ready and the beast had sunk in it.
https://mtgcardsmith.com/view/marlones-seal?list=user
This one tried to stop but marks of light appeared on her metal body. These prevented him from moving and more and more appeared. The beast was quickly immobilized and disappeared in the meanders of the sea, sealed forever.
Marlone went back into the boat.
- "Lennester, let's continue.
- Uh .... at your orders! "
The boat then continued on its way to the south ...
My card for this challenge is Marlone's Seal
It was every bit as much of a surreal experience as Lady Elta expected.
"My people came to this land fleeing a devastating war. A war of madness and needless destruction born of pure hatred and bitterness. When we arrived here we hoped to build a world of peace and prosperity. And it is in pursuit of that goal that I have come to you. I believe that peace is built on three pillars.
The first pillar is understanding. To that end I suggest a cultural exchange, as well as the mutual appointment of ambassadors.
The second pillar of peace is built on trade. I've been lead to believe you are an insular society, and I know you value your lands peace, but i propose you create a foreigner zone. A city where merchants can exchange goods and services with your people in a controlled environment. In return your people will always be welcome on our shores. We could design and sell you ships you can operate, fashion tools that fit your needs.
Finally the third pillar is deterrence. Sad as it is, the more people think they can profit from violence, the greater the chance they'll commit it. To that end I suggest we form a pact of mutual defense. Few will be tempted to war against is in knowledge of our shared might.
Is this proposal acceptable to you my... stag?"
She had rehearsed that speech with great solemnity. Only to blow it at the end. One of the first things she would have to learn in the cultural exchange would be terms of address.
Season 1: The Original Season
Season 2: The Alliance Season
Season 3: The Story Season
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That is the plan, yes
A message was sent via courier to Aishel, who was disturbed by the news of an environment that threatened to disrupt their control over the spirits. A small group of people from the native plane were sent to the island, protected by a secure escort. these were folk who could keep the spirit and soul of not only the spirits in the lamps but also those of their comrades calm, and repress all but the most base magical natures of the world around them. If the world would resist the Flamebearers' banishment of night, then they'd force their protection upon it.
Introducing my entry as an answer to Cavern of Nyx, Spiritsoother of Dusk.
At the same time that the spiritsoothers were sent out, Aishel had sent a swift courier to the west, towards the mainland and towards the territory of the Nihoja Coalition...
I love the card, very interesting ability!
Why change your profile tho? We were all used to ol' Illuminatijikul by now