MTG fan-fic Short Story pt.3 by Savage-Brain, literature
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MTG fan-fic Short Story pt.3
Chapter 3 - Two Legends Unite In A Glorious Crusade
Talking, laughter, and shouting swarmed the air of the local pub, good spirits enveloped every person in a jovial mood. Voy retailed his tale of taking down the tyrannical dragon and liberating the village of Drothgar again and again. The celebration went on into the late of night, for no citizen of Drothgar could sleep with the excitement of their new hero. Outside the pub a large pyre burned with a radiant light, like that of the sun, Hellviath's dead body turned to ashes that were scattered by the winds. Groups of people celebrated around the pyre as well, dancing to folk music being
MTG fan-fic Short Story by Savage-Brain, literature
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MTG fan-fic Short Story
Magic the Gathering Short Story
The Epic of Planeswalker Voy Ashvar
Chapter 1 - A Tale For All To Hear
A humble village nestled between the mountain bluffs and relentless plains slept quietly during the darkest hours of night. Almost all had ventured to slumber, except for a young ten year old boy who eagerly found himself immersed within the fantasy world of his own creation. His mind moved like that of a raging sea, idea after idea raging in a chaotic spin of dizzying insight, worlds beyond reality itself manifest in untold stories of might. So lost in thought was he, that he lost touch with his own reality, and his caretaker brought
The Phyrexian Scriptures by The-Necromancer, literature
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The Phyrexian Scriptures
"The secrets of Phyrexia are expensive. You will pay in brass and bone, steel and sinew."
-Kaervek
"Every page cost a life, every secret cost a thousand more."
-Inscription on the Phyrexian Grimoire.
"In your final breath you still have something to offer Phyrexia."
-Afari, Tales
THE PHYREXIAN SCRIPTURES.
"From void evolved Phyrexia. Great Yawgmoth, Father of Machines, saw it's perfection. Thus the Grand Evolution began.
Let weak feed on weak, that we may divine the nature of strength.
Father of Machines! Your filigree gaze carves us, and the scars dance upon our grateful flesh.
Ash is our air, darkness our flesh.
Great Yawgmoth mo
MTG - Clash of Shadows by GregorytheImpaler, literature
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MTG - Clash of Shadows
They came. Rather, they flooded. Instead of being overrun with many portals, a single massive rift appeared in the sky above a distant stretch of Dominarian swampland. Laid congruent beside a massive mountain range, the desolate marshlands were never-the-less home to many creatures and beings. One of which watched from a hidden passageway, leading into a cavern beneath the water. A master mage, who allowed his quest for power transform him into a vampire. Regardless, during this siege, he watched from below. The forces of the few small cities close by, outside the swamplands, gathered to face the great opening in the sky. This was by no means
"If this is true... this could mean one of two things... You're a creation of some sick twisted wizard thinking human-like golem travelers sent into a recently sieged village is great for kicks... or you, Ma'am, are a Planeswalker." said the man.
"Excuse me, a what?" Margo looked at him, a tad concerned by his odd wit.
"A planeswalker! Are you telling me you don't know the power of them? The elite few, the travelers of the blind eternities?"
Margo gave a nod. The man sighed.
"Planeswalkers are wizards whom have ascended from mere mortal status, to a state of great power. They also attain the ability to travel from plane to pla
The full white moon basks the leafless forest below her. The chill of winter to come cuts into the bark of the defenseless trees. Nothing moves in these still woods, nothing but the cold of wind.
In the middle of this forest sits a pool, a pond, surrounded by several large boulders. The surface of the pond glows with the radiance of the moonlight. It is still as the forest around it. The surface starts to ripple, starting small at first. It glows more as the ripples increase and steam is cast off in colorless transparent clouds. The stillness of the pond turns into a cascade of miniature tsunamis. Then the tension breaks. A single beam of li
Magic Club - Potential - 2 by JandorGr, literature
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Magic Club - Potential - 2
Chapter 1
A bright full moon was amidst the dark sky. Few thin clouds, playing across the moon's face, were traveling quickly southwards by the northern wind. Below, a bunch of monasteries lay silent under the veil of night. Most of them were gathered around the nude hills of the northern plains.
This picturesque view was being enjoyed by a night monk from upon a monastery's bell tower; a vigilant monk whose duty is to stay asleep watching out for any possible danger.
The nocturnal tranquility was suddenly breached by a long tortured scream. The scream came from a cell inside the monastery. The vigilant monk got terrified to his fragile
Margo continued to the edge of the forests, where there was an open valley leading to the base of a mountain, near by it was signs of civilization. she scampered into what looked like a road, or a wide trail. She couldn't help buts be excited to see life other than the ones eager to have her as a tasty snack. She pressed forward, almost painfully aware of her fatigue. the chase with the lizard thing had taken a toll.
After what seemed like an hour of walking the city, village or ramshackle shack, whatever was giving off smoke, had gotten no closer than earlier. she collapsed onto her knees and groaned loudly. hoping for a response of some
Margo Ellen Alister's Profile by ExtraLongsocks, literature
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Margo Ellen Alister's Profile
Name: Margo Ellen Alister
Age 18
Sex/Gender Female
Date of Birth March 4, 1992
Height/Weight/Body Type: 5'7", 115 ibs, Small build
Hair color/Type Light Brown / Dirty Blonde Wavy, usually in a ponytail or a bun kept just above her neck.
Eye color/Glasses or contacts: Teal, Glasses.
Skin complexion: fair, average for a teen.
Parents/Family Heritage
Mother: April Alister
Father: Deceased, Dominic Theodore Alister
What are the statuses of the character's relationships with each family member? Is there calm or conflict? Why?
Margo is a single child, of a widowed mother. Their relationship is very close since the death of M