Fandom Dominaria compleated

[Karcen]

The beacon had been Lit the genius of a mechanical mind, inspired by the creation of the the firemind. Two years ago every planeswalker that had been ignited was summoned to one place, the beacon so powerful that none could resist its call. A siren song to a lure in the fuel for apotheosis. That had been the war of the spar and the attempt to regain what had been lost had failed with the death of Nicol Bolas. So when a second plea for help echoed through the blind eternities, calling once more for all the planeswalkers that can feel it to come to one plane. The diffrence was this was no demand, no mind consuming song to come that was near impossible to block it, it was a plea in the truest sense. The plane it was one faced a threat so many had thought gone, a threat that already had consumed a plane and now was stretching out.

That was a plea that few could ignore, a threat that even the most greedy and self-centered of planeswalkers could understand as their issue. So one who sought out those in need like Laliel would never ignore it. The beacon had been made by a Palneswalker she had met here and there, and one she could not fully trust despite knowing his heart was good. Karan the silver golem. Long ago she might have lauded his commitment to peace and desire to exist beyond what he was made as. Now with seeing her most hated enemies stretching out their tendrils the metal man was someone she wondered about. She knew this was what he had been made to fight, but had not his maker fallen to the original realm at the moment of his victory? His news and explanation only made Laliel distrust him more, the new phyrexains came from his realm. He had even been captured and almost made one of them. It was only the fact that he knew the most and hated the machine monster almost as much as Laliel did was the only reason to trust him. There was also the fact that if phyrexia wanted a spy they would use someone no one would suspect. They could even turn planeswalkers into more of their kind. This was a threat even worse than old Phyrexia, or at least it soon could be. New phyrexia was moving fast expanding far more than old Phyrexia.

Still there was no use in committing everyone to one front, one push or one mission. The New Phyrexains could attack from anywhere at anytime so the planeswalkers were separated into groups. The beacon had been built over the caves of Koilos where phyrexia had been birthed and now was their first entry point into the world. Karan had found one of the leaders of New Phyrexia, or at least what was left of her in the caves. Thus this place so key in the history of this plane and Phyrexia was the place that needed guarding the most. It was where in haste the beacon had been made so that there would always be walkers here just in case the forces of New Phyrexia broke through. So it was that Laliel would be meeting those few who would make up her group.

The room was, well it was a metal room with a table in the center that was made of metal as well. That was no surprise with how fast the beacon tower had been made everything was made of metal or stone. This room not being on the ground floor had no reason to have any stone when the machines made by Karan could just use one material for most of the tower and save time. The silver golem and his minions had not seen fit to bother with decorations in what was the main base of this coalition. There was the gate watch a small group of planeswalkers, but to try to make everyone join one group was impossible even if not long ago they had all fought together aside from a few.

 

[Symbidan]

Haru was unsure about this call, to cross the Blind Eternities to a world he did not know, but here he was nonetheless. He had not been a Planeswalker long only a few months and his walk was not exactly pleasant. He had ended up in a cold landscape where he was assaulted by a group of primitive warriors in hide armor, he defeated them easy enough.


But now he was here to apparently defend the multiverse from the threat of these…phyrexians. These creatures were forced to become a fusion of flesh and metal just like himself. He could feel for them, but from what he had heard these creatures were irredeemable. He would do what had to be done, he had much to atone for himself. He had killed so many innocent lives while under the control of another, this time he would kill to save this world and others from this threat.


He stood around the group he was going to be working with, they all looked so strange. A pointy eared woman who also seemed to be a mixture of metal and flesh and a man in heavy armor with some kind of arcane cannon…actually that one reminded him of home. But the one who truly confounded him was this tall and strong warrior woman, she had a set of four wings. He had been told she was called an angel, he had seen Kami take shapes somewhat similar. But this Laliel had a look in her eyes, a look Haru had seen in only the most ancient of kitsune back home. He finally cleared his throat which sounded somewhat metallic, "I am Haru Tanaka of Kamigawa." He then would bow, "I am honored to have the opportunity to fight amongst other warriors such as yourselves." His voice was somewhat distorted from behind the breathing apparatus over his mouth.

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

To say Corvo was disappointed in the aesthetics of the tower/FOB would have been an understatement. And while he can appreciate the certainty of metal and stone, he still felt the place looked basic. Despite this, the Duskling held his tongue on the matter as he stepped through the door into the chamber where the others were congregating, his arcane powered exosuit eliciting a metallic ring with each footstep on the alloyed floor. It hadn't been that long ago when the group last convened, and that had been in a time of extra-planar war. This of course would be no different.

Turning towards the heavily augmented human in the room, he listened and gave a nod of greeting before also introducing himself. "The names Corvo Luxen of Diluculum. Combat medic, Artificer, inventor, and heavy support. If you need something made, or absolutely mowed down, i'm your man. And if you get too fucked up, I can Patch ya up so you can get back to the important shit; killing these abominable bastards. And reverse engineering some of this wanna be god's tech. Gotta have priorities ya know." The pale skinned man said, his veins of bio-luminescence faintly glowing shades of blue, and reflecting off the polished alloyed walls of the chamber. "So what's our first order of business wings?"

 

[JayGreen]

She felt it before she heard it, somewhere deep in her bones, in the same places she felt the pull of walking. She stood still in the streets, listening to the cry for help. Her past caught up to her after all, phyrexians invading another world. New Phyrexia, the hateful name.
She'd known for a while she couldn't ignore it, she could swear she was going back home at some point. It outran her. Ravaged a world called Dominaria.
Irryl walked into alleyway, looked around and walked.

The room on the other end was sparse and the company as mismatched as any gathering of planeswalkers. She jolted a little when a man who could himself be confused for a phyrexian introduced himself. Haru. A warrior. Next one, Corvo, a man of many words, who likely thought himself to be all business. The imposing winged woman in the room who looked similar to metallic angels of her homes, looked at her, waiting for something.
Right.
"I'm Irryl," she said. " A healer. From Kaladesh."
It wasn't strictly a lie.

 

[Karcen]

Laliel​

Laliel looked to each of the other walkers as they spoke and Laliel could not say she was pleased. One was basically a phyrexain already he just lacked the devotion to its cancerous growth. One reminded her of Urza who had failed his mission at the 11th hour from what karn had told her. The last Laliel had doubts of , the metal fused to flesh, it was not just a phyrexain thing, it was a mirroden thing. The realm had fallen but some still fought to free it, they all had metal fused to them. Still Kaladesh was an advanced plane the plane of Kamigawa had taken to fusing flesh and metal. Well she wasn't as bad as Haru a little flesh and metal was not close to being compleat. Laliel could question each and chastise then all, but this was a case of beggars and choosers and right now everyone was a beggar.

" I am Laliel" She said and if others were not going to be fully honest she wasn't either " I do not have a home plane" while true she didn't mention how she was the reason it was gone, how she had sought to deny an implacable enemy an army. She did have to chastise one thing about the group and turned to Corvo " And I will make this clear Phyrxia new and old, is not something to be admired, or understood, it is to be destroyed and purged till not but stories remain" she spoke with the conviction only an angel could muster the kind of tone that would inspire those they helped and strike fear into those they fought.

With that she said she looked forward again looking at no one in particular " Phyrexains have been active in many planes as of late, but we have scant information on their home. the only walkers that know anything are either compleat or a former servant of Bolas" The last word was spoken with almost as much hate as the word phrexia. " So we need information, it might be ambitious but i am thinking we should either do a quick scouting trip to New Phyrexia or capture one of their few walkers. " She explained more or less wanting them to get right into a shallower end of the fight, but still wanting to dive into it. " Their turn coat seems immune to compleation so we could use him to find a way to stop Phyrexia from gaining more walkers"

 

[JayGreen]

Irryl barely resisted stepping back when Laliel spoke. The woman emanated power and conviction, somebody you don't want to cross, but maybe don't want to serve under them either.
Her plan however... There wasn't anything wrong or particularly reckless about it,considering they came here to fight the horde already, but the thought of going straight to the Phyrexian base made her nervous in a hundred different ways. Even if she put her personal feelings aside (which she didn't) it seemed suicidal.
"What kind of walkers are we talking about?" she asked, nervously stepping in place, "We might have a better chance ambushing one than taking on an army of phyrexians on their own turf"