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People have built and even played with sets made on here. The best ones, I think, have had a limited number of designers and strict organization guiding the whole process.
This free-for-all is neat, but doesn't lend it self to a set with specific numbers of cards at each rarity and in each color, nor does is look like it will result in a coherent story.
Better luck next time.
Aaand... a bit more rules, hopefully. Adding stuff not related to anything should be illegal !
They could be given one at a time. A separate challenge for each card or group of cards, the community does the work and possibly even votes on which cards are worthy of inclusion in the set (or the director could unilaterally decide).
This way, the director sort of outsources much of the work of building the set in exchange for giving up a little creative control. I can't speak for anyone else, but I'd be happy to work on someone else's set.
Never give up hope! There's a chance we'll figure this one out.
Basically Worldbuilder by KJMartin but with way more direction. Seems like something I'd really enjoy too tbh. Still, trying to find a way to close out these of plots and subplots has become a little more out of reach.
No problem. Congrats on the job by the way!
As long as it's an enjoyable job then it's worth it. What kind of job did you seek out?
Sounds awful if you put it that way. Luckily some of that is a single time thing, so the documentation and filing should be more reasonable in the future.
Regardless, paperwork is always the most difficult part as I've seen. Hope you handle it well!
Lol. Yeah, it's usually over or under in that regard.
As a result of the blood-feud between siblings attempting to claim the throne, The Gods had taken it upon themselves to ensure that Destiny is followed. Y'vela, attempting to communicate with Lakir is quickly thwarted in his attempts to dissuade him from claiming power, his words falling heedlessly on deaf ears. As such, he is forced to intervene before the two forces of Lakir and Ravelia engage. This however, does not hinder Lakir and instead provokes him to much greater heights. His spark ignites and the Gods, whom had sensed much power from within him tried to stop him. Mustering their power together, Y'vela creates a soul barrier formed by the sands that divided the two armies and shifts him instead to the Talwarie forest.
Such a resurgence of energy however had great effects on the Plane of Sinivir as it resonated throughout, causing stirs withing the sensitive Talwarie Forest, the Isle of Nung, the Dwarven Mountains, Sapkur, the Deadlands and finally the Tarnak Islands and its surrounding ocean.
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Amarina, whom had taken on the task of hunting the seas for a hidden treasures was one of the many that felt the energy of the Gods, shaking the merfolk, sending wave after wave of feelings in unquantifiable magnitudes through her body as her mind sent echoes outwards, everywhere for her every thought to be heard. One thought however, a poem in form had taken prominence over all others.
"Little fish, little fish,
with scales so bright,
whose beauty and lustre,
like stars plucked from night,
little fish, little fish,
with fins long and proud,
whose eminence and wonder,
like heavens made from cloud,
Little fish, little fish,
with eyes, with mouth,
whose sight, whose words,
like that of soaring birds,
Little fish, little fish,
In an ocean so blue,
Whose world, whose life
Put together by stife.
Little fish, little fish,
Who put you together?
A thing so small, a thing so true,
Only half, what a pathetic view."
This poem was one that was often sung by Merfolk when speaking of their origins. How the God Oceanus took apart the skies and above to create a race to inhabit his domain, whom had sought Y'vela for knowledge, whom had sought Ulthrall for ancestory and finally sought out The Ancients of Timersal to give them life.
Amarina had taken the poem to heart, having learned that the sacred place of Timersal, a place in which Merfolk were not to breach, an unknown to many were comparable to that of her father.
The last verse of the poem finished with "Only half, what a pathetic view." Because in spite of Oceanus taking everything he thought to be the perfect parts to create a race, the Timersal Ancients simply gave life and with it; death. In a way, the poem was not only a form of conveying a creation story but almost also a chant of self deprecating mockery. Oceanus planned to create a species of immortals to hold his domain but the Ancients saw through his ploy and refused. There was no spite, though he was saddened to learn that they were mortal, he was not angry.
The words of the poem echoed out, further and further away, and whose ears had heard those words did not respond. Dazed, caught in a stunning mixture of bliss and anguish, Amarina struggled to regain her senses but as the lyrics rebounded back to her, singing endlessly till she brought herself back to full consciousness, a new thought arose. She would swim into the Timersal, and from there, she would take to the shores. Somehow at least...
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As Lakir came to his senses, he felt a sense of emptiness within him. Again, a fate beyond fate that came within arms reach was denied by the Gods who had forsaken him. Fuelled by rage, though too exhausted, he mustered what energy he had left and began to walk aimlessly.
He stumbled upon after what felt like years of endless wandering a small waterbed covered in lilacs, surrounded by darkened, sinister trees that twisted and entangled, that loped overhead and sheltered those beneath. Little rays of sun breached the canopy, shifting and changing as the trees above swayed carefully. Lakir collapsed in front of the waters only to hear the waters beginning to shift, rippling lowly and then breaking on itself, as though it were cascading, a distinct slapping sound came about almost as it the water were falling hard onto skin. He barely moved but saw an ivory figure reach out toward him, a feminine touch wrap itself around his body and then drag him into the waters. There was no resistance. Only the cool embrace of the heavy waters and then, nothing...
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Meanwhile, on Sapkur and the Deadlands, the instability of the Volcano and the surrounding wastes were thrown into chaos as the Gods summoned their magic, which birthed a new species into the throes of uncertainty. The Magma Fish. Not only this, but the sudden resurgence had amplified the magic used already by the powerful inhabitants of the darkened area.
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The assassins of Menoit came under a sudden sense of dread as their hidden city's defensive barriers started to falter. All within could feel it too. Tris Menoit, the current Head of the city took the fear of her students into her own hands and mentally noted to use it as an example for future lessons. Though that would have to wait as she disbanded her current assembly to take to the Keep and ask of the situation, having to abandon her current mission involving the political strife caused by a non-noone whose carelessness had perhaps caused the fall of a well established empire.
Lakir awakens to find himself in front of a beast cloaked in sleek black, whose visage seethed with a cold, heartlessness, whose eyes opened entire worlds before him. There it lay, stoic almost, whose tongue slowly emerged, reaching outward and flickering within the empty space before retracting without so much as a warning and within a split second which illicited only a moments alarm, the man could do little to react as the beast lunged forward, maw opening above the prince as a sheening light refracting from the rays that reflected from the waters pierced into him, a frozen, draining feeling as his chest is punctured by fangs so massive that they gored into the mortals body. Alarm, anguish, then death...
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Rytheryc, whose great mouth lay open above the man continued to hang it's head over the mortal only for a few more moments before retracting itself away with what appeared as fangs to one were in fact blades that pierced the prince's body. The nymphs that had brought the dying Planeswalker to the great snake merely glimpsed what they thought to be the head of a human and the arms to match as it quickly retracted into the snakes mouth, blades leaving the body of the lifeless prince as Rytheric continued to withdraw within the shadows of the Talwarie. The hushed snapping of foliage and trees, the cool slithering of the restrictor as it vanished away into the depths of the forest. They then witnessed the flesh of the dead peel away, black upon black mass beginning to bulbous, pulsate and spew from the writhing corpse as it began to spasm uncontrollably. Wide eyed but not stunned, the nymphs of three fell back into the waters with haste.
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--- Heres some other stuff...
If anyone wants to continue with the building of Sinivir, I suggest taking up the following plot points:
Major:
-Lakir's ascension and the Blood-Feud
-Amarina's take to the shores to find answers about her father
-The rising tensions between the Nung artificers and naturalists
-Rytheric's motives behind Tasiya and Lakir
-Destruction of Yis/Vis... Idk
Minor:
-Timersal and the Ancients
-City of Menoit and its stability