Post by thaen on Apr 6, 2013 18:07:54 GMT -5
Felkaranos had always enjoyed his home plane, Arkhos. The magic that streamed through the curious nature of the world. Blue magic had a strong presence, and many of the lakes that made spots all over the surface contained powerful magic of their own, soaked up from the powerful spells used by previous civilisations. In fact, the spells of old had been so powerful the mana of the world had almost been consumed entirely. Luckily, those civilisations had all fallen, and the land had begun emitting fractions of the power they had used. This presence of ancient magic was especially noticeable by Lethe Lake, where he was currently resting. Being near the lake, caused your memory to slowly drip away, the effect being stronger the closer you were. Stories told of men losing their minds from touching the water, ascending to a different state of existence from drinking it. Normally, Felkaranos wouldn't go close to a place like that, but although he was horrible at mind-magic, he knew how to control it. Using spells of his own, he directed the cleansing forces of the lake's magic into his mind, purging unnecessary parts, forgetting past relations, erasing the memories of names, faces, casual conversations. They were all useless. Lastly, he hesitated for a moment, holding the flow of mind-cleansing magic back, before he let it in, deleting all memory of his family. Sentimentality wouldn't help him.
When he was done, having cut out every unneeded memory that clogged up his thoughts or gave him reason to be emotional, he left the place, planeswalking towards his next adventure. This time, he was going to a world called Mirrodin. What small information he had found told him that it was a world made from metal, and that one of the humanoid races produced a fluid called blinkmoth serum, capable of granting anyone who drank it an extreme increase in mental abilities. Fools became geniuses, geniuses became gods. It was exactly what he needed to finally rise above simple humanity.
Felkaranos landed right by a huge camp. The surroundings seemed somehow different from what he had expected. He heard shouts, clanks and footsteps not far away, somewhere inside the camp. Great, he thought. They've discovered me, and now I'll be 'taken to their leader' or something.
A tall, muscular man with long, white hair came running from the camp. The man's sun-tanned skin was obvious, as he wore nothing but a loincloth, a pair of boots, and - weirdly - a mask that covered the area around his eyes. Keeping a hand on his sword, the man presented himself as Jor Kadeen, soldier of the Mirran resistance. This was new to Felkaranos. What did the Mirrans have to resist against? As far as he knew, the plane was more or less peaceful.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he said, his attention focused on something else entirely.
"What I mean, is that me and the rest of the resistance attempt to liberate Mirrodin from Phyrexia," Jor said. "And I already know you're a planeswalker. I've got experience with people of your sort."
"Let's just get to the point then," spat Felkaranos. "I need to acquire blinkmoth serum. As easily as possible."
When he was done, having cut out every unneeded memory that clogged up his thoughts or gave him reason to be emotional, he left the place, planeswalking towards his next adventure. This time, he was going to a world called Mirrodin. What small information he had found told him that it was a world made from metal, and that one of the humanoid races produced a fluid called blinkmoth serum, capable of granting anyone who drank it an extreme increase in mental abilities. Fools became geniuses, geniuses became gods. It was exactly what he needed to finally rise above simple humanity.
Felkaranos landed right by a huge camp. The surroundings seemed somehow different from what he had expected. He heard shouts, clanks and footsteps not far away, somewhere inside the camp. Great, he thought. They've discovered me, and now I'll be 'taken to their leader' or something.
A tall, muscular man with long, white hair came running from the camp. The man's sun-tanned skin was obvious, as he wore nothing but a loincloth, a pair of boots, and - weirdly - a mask that covered the area around his eyes. Keeping a hand on his sword, the man presented himself as Jor Kadeen, soldier of the Mirran resistance. This was new to Felkaranos. What did the Mirrans have to resist against? As far as he knew, the plane was more or less peaceful.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he said, his attention focused on something else entirely.
"What I mean, is that me and the rest of the resistance attempt to liberate Mirrodin from Phyrexia," Jor said. "And I already know you're a planeswalker. I've got experience with people of your sort."
"Let's just get to the point then," spat Felkaranos. "I need to acquire blinkmoth serum. As easily as possible."