MTG Cardsmith Community Forums
COLONISERS: Season 4!!! (Colonisers of Turmoil)
This discussion has been closed.
Howdy, Stranger!
It looks like you're new here. If you want to get involved, click one of these buttons!
It looks like you're new here. If you want to get involved, click one of these buttons!
Comments
"Snap"
A stick broke behind Baldur, he reached for his sword and shield and pulled his shield up.
"Relax Baldur", Fayer stepped out of the brush sheathing his sword, behind him Ebele walked into the clearing dumping the carcass of a boar from her back onto the ground.
"We didn't find any of the poets" Ebele said sitting down next to the fire "just dinner" she pulled out her knife and began preparing the meal.
"But there was something else concerning" Fayer said sharpening his sword.
"It was nothing, he's just worrying over a couple of tracks in the middle of a jungle" Ebele retorted.
"They were huge, bigger than one of the dragon's!"
"That's an exaggeration, a baby one may-" the sound of Baldur's companions blurred into the back of his head as he stared into the fire "Bigger then a dragons?, That sounds dangerous, why did I volunteer for this...wait is it getting hotter?" Baldur stood up and turned to the woods behind him.
"What is it" Fayer prepared his blade
"Do you feel that?" Baldur said looking into the woods "The heat"
"It's just the jungle it's humid!", Ebele had finished prepping the boar and began cooking it.
"No like fire.....like the forest fires....", Baldur would never really forget the forest fire, "It's coming ov-"
Baldur couldn't finish his sentence even if he wanted to, a giant shape burst from the trees it landed on Ebele and before he could even call out she was gone, the giant lion let out a roar and Baldur couldn't move, he just stood there.
"Come on Baldur!" he felt Fayer grab his are and start to run pulling him along, "I'm not dying here and neither are you" with that Baldur snapped out of it and began to run. He could hear the manticore behind him, crashing through the trees when a ball of fire crashed into the tree in front of him Baldur stood in fear and just as he would be crushed he felt a push and heard a crash. He looked over Fayer was crushed under the tree and as he heard the manticore approach the flames of the jungle over took him.....
(This is part one sorry it's long)
Caisade looked over the hill, countless fires burned across the outside of the village in a somber light. The news of Reyhar's death had arrived yesterday by messenger drake, Clan Tho was taking the day to mourn their chief's death, she would have joined but she didn't have time.
(Not my entry lore card)
She eventually found who she was looking for, Veyrrn Chief of Nel, he was returning from the jungle with news of the fires.
"It's bad" He said quietly "The fires have already consumed half of the portion he restored from the first time."
"Why would the poets start fires again when they are in the jungle?"
"It's not the poets, it's...….", Veyrrn paused for a moment "Something new, a giant Lion, scorpion, thing...."
"That's bad, can we kill it?"
"Not with normal weapons we couldn't" Veyrrn started to walk over to his tent "But we could with Ethodurn"
"We left the sword behind when we left Hugr" Caisade responded "It's useless remember, Ethodurn's magic flame no longer burns. We used the last of the flame when returning."
"We have dragon's now, their fire is powerful enough to recharge it, just send me back and I'll retrieve it!"
"Even the dragon's flames won't recharge it, the swords original flame was charged by an elder dragons none of the dragon's we have could create a flame powerful enough..." Caisade paused "Unless...." she turned to the fires that spread across the village
"What is it?"
"Remember the Tho scout that we found in the woods?"
"Yeah, How could I forget? He was passed out in the clearing he only survived because he had fallen under that tree but we couldn't wake him up."
"Well that wasn't just it" She turned back to Veyrrn "We'll be returning you to Hugr, the sword was left in the old temple"
"Don't we need and elder dragon's flame?"
"We have the next best thing, follow me."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Veyrrn followed Caisade over to the closest funeral flame he could only see one figure standing next to it, as he got closer he recognized the figure. It was the one they had found in the jungle the only survivor of the beasts first attack.
"He woke up I see.", Veyrrn looked over at Caisade "Does he remember anything?"
"Barely, just fire and chaos", they had reached the fire at this point Veyrrn could see the burn marks across the scout's arms and as he got closer he noticed a red ring of sigils burned into the side of his face.
"Baldur, I'm sure you know Veyrrn", Caisade motioned toward her companion "Veyrrn meet Baldur."
Baldur nodded toward the chief "I've never met him, but I do know him" he extended his hand toward Veyrrn before pulling it back quickly.
"Baldur do you mine showing Veyrrn your new talents?", Baldur nodded holding his hand toward the fire before him, his hand began to glow a bright red and Veyrrn watched as a ball of flame leapt of the campfire and into Baldur's hand.
"My current guess would be that the when he was pinned down by the tree he was pressed against a red leyline causing him to be infused with it's power as the fires reached him" Caisade looked back up at Veyrrn "Here's our dragon flames"
(Not my entry lore card)
______________________________________________________________________________________
It was cold the wind swept over Veyrrn as he trudged through the snow, Caisades words repeating in his head "You'll only have 10 minutes to claim the sword and get back before our focus breaks, so hurry" he looked up at the sky it was bright the sun reflected of the snow blinding him. "It's been 3 minutes" he thought to himself "better hurry".
(Not my entry lore card, also for reference Hugr is the clans former plane)
The chief of clan Nel reached the peak of the snow will he was climbing and looked down he saw the Temple of the Ancestors half buried in snow around it were the remnants of what was once a village, his village. He started running down the cold was getting to him and he wanted to hurry. When finally he reached the temple. The stone structure was buried beneath the snow and as he started to dig for a window the detailed and intricate carvings began to show, the three symbols of the once separated clans, a depiction of the war, and forging of the original conduit, he finally reached one of the old windows and leapt into the lost temple.
(Not my entry just a lore card)
He landed on an old table and looked around, just as he remembered it the temple was a dining hall that honored their gods. He began to move toward the shrine were Caisade said the sword would be when he heard a sound, a cold slithering and a creak of wood he jumped out of the way just as a tentacle landed next to him. He turned to see it, a large thing made of twisting tendrils nd black ink it opened it's mouth to roar and showed a spiral of white fangs, Veyrrn reached down feeling around the shrine when his hands wrapped around a sword's handle he pulled up the familiar blade although Ethodurn had lost it's magic it was still strong, Veyrrn swung toward the creature chopping one of it's limbs of. The thing retorted with a low gurgle and lashed out wrapping the scout up and lifting him of the ground over its gaping maw. The sword was knocked out of his grasp and as he reached out for it he could feel the spell that kept him here fading Veyrrn reached for the dagger at his side pulled it out stabbing the creatures tentacle. The thing let out a roar dropping him he grabbed the sword just as the spell ended.
(Part three is coming up! This was longer than I thought it would be)
"I got it!" he held the sword up letting in shine in the sun it was beautiful, the light reflected all over and even the dragons stopped moving for a second.
"Perfect!" Caisade turned to of the guards "Bring him to the healer my magic won't hold for long"
"No, I'm staying to watch"
"You'll bleed out" she removed the sword from his hand and passed it to Baldur. He had never held something so lite that felt so heavy. He could see the details of the sword know the intricate runes that lined the blade written in the old tongue.
"No I'm staying I need to be here" Veyrrn moved away from Caisade stumbling down his legs giving out.
Caisade lifted him up again passing him over to the guards "You're no good if you're dead!" she turned to Baldur "Ready?" He nodded moving forward and holding the sword out he placed it onto the Conduit
"The metal the sword is made with absorbs heat that's what makes it magical, but unfortunately only the strongest sources last for more than a day." she turned to the dragons "On my word they blast it!" she called to the riders. "All you have to do is infuse the flames into the blade, the Conduit will do the rest." Baldur nodded and Caisade called out to the riders. In a second three blasts of heat stuck the sword and Baldur held his hands forward.
(Not my entry lore card)
When the flames died down the sword flew away from them landing in the ground, Baldur waked over to it and pulled it out of the ground the Ethodurn pulsed like a heart beat held hige into the air.
(This is my entry)
Bonus Card:
The clans begin to reclaim their lost land by repairing the damaged parts through druid magic.
Woah.
But in doing so dislikes herself.
A myth of the people of Turmoil
Is legend as much as a Tale.
So you basically saying
"Bibbity-boppity
You're now my intellectual property?"
Your faction is getting realy meta
So yes.
“I know it does, but how-“
“The Sealer.”
“Don’t you think that’s overboard? It possesses such power. And the Stars won’t be Aligned for long. Let’s fire it off. We have nothing to lose.”
“Our population and dignity?”
Ren turns to his communication devices, presses it, and merely says, “Fire”, before releasing his finger from it.
ONE HOUR LEFT! (If two or more people won't post, we will extend, but please don't make me do that)
Leviathina calls from the splashing hole in the floor that leads directly to the sea. "Well," she begins softly and slowly, hoping to calm Gnash down even a little. "If you can take her over, then she'll be a formidable ally. She can summon a rather large army of future Drones for you -- her rabbit population listen to her every demand, and then your demand will become hers. You've lost Marden, and now you can receive another powerful ally."
Pondering on this for a moment, Gnash slowly nods her head, excitement growing in her. "I do believe that it is time for another Binding Ritual."
Leviathina's heart sinks. Not another, she thinks, wincing when she realizes that Gnash may be tapping into her thoughts right now. "You're joking, right?"
Gnash's eyes light up, and she looks directly into Leviathina's. "Absolutely not."
And with that, the rebirth of an ancient ritual is met yet again. Hopefully this time, it doesn't take down everything with it...
(Similar to before, due to the lack of ability to do so reasonably, these cards are not uploaded by Cardsmith. Further, the mechanics are more for...flavor than function, most notably Kiara's "For the rest of the game, you own that card. Without that, costs would be less probably. Regardless, flavor flavor flavor!)
24 HOURS, THEN!
Chulane, now the captain, stood in Serise's former study with his most trusted men. "We are in a time of gloom and darkening stars. We must eradicate the risen beast." His arms crossed, he looks at the others. 'We need a plan."
"We've never had anything like this, before. This is a threat on a cosmic scale, a danger we've never seen. We must approach with complete caution-" "It's here!"
The group are cut off by shouting from an apprentice who was running into the room. "I've seen it... the beast that swallows the stars and dims their lights... it's here..." The room fills with an eerie silence, and a minute passes without so much as a cough.
"If...If it's arrived... then we've lost," says one of Chulane's trusted. "Was this the weight of Serise's burden, keeping such fearsome beasts as this at bay? No wonder she went mad..."
"Serise was weak." Chulane's voice rings throughout the room, cold as the night sky. "If it was all she could do to hold it back, then I'm going to kill it."
(Lore entry, actual entry in a later post.)
"What were you up to, Serise..." He thumbs through her journal that she'd been writing in before her death, searching desperately for any clue as to how to handle the star-devouring beast. Minutes passed, each second a second closer to doom if he couldn't figure out a solution. Minutes turned into hours. The Stargazers were losing time, precious time they didn't have. And now, the crashing of a wave that goes against the unnatural rhythm of the sea signaled their time was up.
The captain rushes out to the main deck, which was flooded with the panic of the others. "Quick! Get everyone evacuated!" he shouted so all those near enough could hear him.
"But where will we go?"
"Does it matter? Just get away from here, away from that thing!" It was a good thing the Stargazers were practiced sailors, or they might've all died right here, right now. The crew stuffs themselves in a small fleet of dinghies, making their way away from the Red Giant and the beast. Hector, one of Chulane's trusted, searched frantically with his spyglass, checking each of the tiny boats for any sign of their leader.
"Captain! Captain!" As another wave of dread passes over him, and his suspicion grows, he directs the long gaze of his spyglass towards the boat. And sure enough, there stood Chulane on the deck, staring down the fiendish monster.
Chulane never had a plan. All he wanted was to get the others to safety, away from this... thing. he swore he'd kill it, but he had no idea how. Oddly enough, at the moment, when he was face to face with his demise, his mind was clearer than ever before. His lofty ambitions, his desire to win, to prove himself better... It was all brushed away in the face of death. he wondered if this was how Serise felt before she died.
As the beast lets out a guttural roar, Chulane, with all of his might, roars back, his human voice paling in comparison to the creature's, but with his fierceness cutting through like a blade through a leaf. he could feel his magical strength, the power he borrowed from the stars, coursing through him. He would never know how his story ended, but he'd be damned if he took it lying down.
"If you want our sun so badly, monster, THEN TAKE IT!"
(This is my entry.)
*doots suspensefully*
The High Prophet surveyed the surroundings, flanked by several of his oldest converts, now huge, monstrous horrors pulsating with the Old One's magic. What had once been an outpost full of devoted Children was now a wasteland, reduced to dust by the false prophet Occohr and his pathetic one-eyed minions. The voracious, destructive energy the god channeled into his followers was a threat, though, and Hastyr couldn't underestimate it. Still, something told him that his enemy's so-called powers of foresight were no match for his--for the Old One's.
It was then that his opponent announced its presence -- with a horrible wail and the clash of a thousand blades, Occohr and a wave of its endless cohorts surfaced over the ridge ahead of them. The god-seer was a huge, writhing mass, brimming with deadly power, its one huge, bulbous eye perched atop of its many squirming tentacles. Its horrid followers swarmed in and out of his filaments, climbing atop of it and surrounding it like living shields.
Occohr came to a rumbling stop halfway across the flattened, lifeless stretch. His hive of followers ebbed with a dangerous energy. Hastyr undulated his coiling body from his great black obelisk of a throne, calling out to the "god."
"Fellow seer," sneered the High Prophet into Occohr's alien mind. "How glad I am to see you have come."
The swarm of cyclopean minions morphed and gathered over their master's skin, speaking as one in an earth-shattering chorus. "WE ARE NOT PATIENT," they spoke, in a thousand monotone voices. "WE REQUIRE AN IMMEDIATE EXPLANATION."
Hastyr opened one of his many mouths in mock hesitation, then closed it. He was devoid of terror, of the impending danger that would soon surround him. He was the leader of the Children of Ruin, the first of the Old One's kin. He would not fail.
Occohr and its forces began their raging charge, just as Hastyr had planned. The razed earth trembled under the rumblings of their attack. The god's voluminous body raised itself on its hundreds of writhing tentacles and went straight for him, ready to finish its war. Then, just when the first of Occohr's great tentacles was about to strike--
Hastyr reached out his hand to the monolithic throne as his guards threw themselves into it, the great horrors supplying the very essence of their eldritch existence, which shot throne the dark throne and into Hastyr, who threw back his hand to face the incoming wave of rage and hostility. The energy from the rapidly disintegrating Children of Dust erupted from his twisted fist, creating a wave of horrific energy that sent its enemies to dust, Occohr's charms of increased destructiveness working against it as the energy tore its minions into pieces that flew into others. Soon Occohr's forces had been decimated, a cloud of smoke twice the Grand Seer's size rising from the debris, the flood of energy still flowing into Hastyr, who desperately tried to stop the overflow of power.
(Lore card)
As he did, Occohr's shadow rose from the cloud of dust, scarred and broken, but still glowing with power. The god-horror leaned over the struggling Hastyr, Vael lying on her side, barely conscious just from the force of the blast. It roared with vengeance.
Hastyr turned, his hands still absorbing the residue from his oldest followers. Occohr let a tentacle fall, about to crush him, accelerated by the god's magic.
High Prophet Hastyr moved his hands out from the glow of energy, letting it flow into his fractured and torn soul, pure mana invigorating every aspect of his body. He grew tall and regal, but still his eyes were dark with the Old One's power. Occohr's tentacle sloughed off uselessly as Hastyr grew to his size.
"There can only be one god." He whispered. Occohr withered into a black pulp, writhing in pain, as he was turned to an ugly stain on the destroyed landscape.
Hastyr, the God-Seer, rose from what was left of his opponent's corpse. He was victorious.
(My entry)
The Webfolk.
@KorandAngels, the development of the spiders was extremely interesting to follow, and their lore was dense and intriguing, but it is time to wrap your strings in a ball, put on the Octo-glasses, and HEAD HOME!
And this is how the map rolls out! In the two twos and the three, the winning faction was awarded the taken land, while Korand's land was split between @AxNoodle and @IzItTru.
Speaking of Clan Nelthoren, with bonus points for Lore, this card earned you 23 points out of 20, more than any other entry so far, so congrats!
Aight, NEW CHALLENGE! STRANGE MAGICS!
Now that your empires are advanced enough, they can do things with magic they weren't able to before. Create us, for next monday, a card to represent a single great magical feat. This can be anything you want as long as it screams "MAGIC!!!!!", so let your imaginations run wild.
(Also fun fact all the remaining factions have blue in their color identity)
Also, Congratulations, @IzItTrue!
(I'd like to hear what about my lore you found interesting.)
Well, humans and spiders are often opposed forces, and I like it how you crafted a story that allowed them to cooperate