Mirrodin Besieged

[JanetStarhatcher]

Before Ayva's plan could be effective, the dragon was bathed in a white light. She couldn't work her magic now, there would be too much interference. "Fall Back!" she called to her swarm. The energy was immense, and disrupting her control on the swarm. She needed to find another way to turn the tides. As she flew away, she saw that her swarm didn't follow, but instead, attacked. They were instantly vaporized by the energy. With the enchantment of the new ally on them, this should have been impossible. She remembered Oona's words. Some day, you will be my avatar in worlds beyond my own. You will not have my protection during this time and need to know when to fight and when to leave. Now seemed like the time to leave, but she couldn't. She couldn't leave them alone to die. Summoning a mass of blue energy, she bathed the smaller force in its light. Each of them gained paper thin wings, just like hers. No they could flee to fight another day. She called out to them and a few started to follow, mostly goblins. One she didn't see was the leader of the group. She dashed into the the lines of the battle again, quickly locating him. He hadn't been given the gift of flight for some reason. "Sir," she called to him, "We have to leave, she's going to do something big. We have to do something."

[Dusty]

The sheer power on display here was overwhelming. But now it seemed the Phyrexian Dragon was done playing. “Now, you are to surrender him…” She slowly raised a paw dripping with oil until it was pointed directly at Ulanja. “My friend has…words for you….” The vibrant white light shining over the Phyrexians made it difficult to see, but he could feel the energy thrumming around her. His men, still imbued with he power of the traitor and the farie, shouted and stumbled as the blinding light swept the field.

"Sir," it was the farie, she was buzzing around Ulanja's ear, "We have to leave, she's going to do something big. We have to do something." He noticed that many of his men seemed to have gain thin wings, undoubtedly the farie's doing. She was right, yet he had heard legends of the Angels declaring judgement before, entire sections of the glimmervoid laid to waste, and that was a fraction of the power that this being held. Her words still playing in his ear.

"If I go with you? Will you let me people leave!?" He yelled over the growing noise of panicked soldiers and white energy.

[Cobalt3924]

Silver recognised the spell before it had even left Ravenor's hands. He swung his blade up in front of him: the Blightning spell striking it and harmlessly dissapating into the blade like a Lightning Rod. Silver smirked as his corrupting influence transformed the spell as it was snuffed out by his Sword of Dusk and Darkness: Leaving pure Black Mana charging his sword in it's wake like some poisonus looking Jacob's Ladder.

"Many times... And I know how to use it properly."

Silver then swung the blade and pointed it at the downed Skithiryx: Arcs of Black Mana Lightning striking Skithiryx and regenerating his body. The Skeleton Dragon ripping the knife out of its head as the wound healed with Silver's Mana and letting out a colossal Roar that echoed over the entire battlefield.

"You forget Harpy that I have no qualms about reanimating the Dead. Especially your precious Dragons; unlike that fool Sarkhan Vol who went insane when one was revived."

[Nelle Kozera]

Asuzael looked down at the Leonin, to be honest she had expect that she was going to have to drag him back by his entrails but this was a pleasant turn of events. “If you come with me, I’ll permit your comrades to leave safely. Not that it will change their fate merely delay it. Come with me.” He would hear the voice echo through his mind, as it did he would gain a set of Incorporeal white wings that had a mind of their own. They obeyed her, not him. A moment later she took off in flight with him close on her tail as they flew away from the battlefield. A moment later she would change her position so she was flying besides him Hadrons eerily close.

Below Ulanja could see the extent of the Phyrexian corruption. Even then this was just the corruption down in the Glimmer void, there was no telling was being done elsewhere. Below the Leonin would see a massive structure. “Something I haven’t been able to warp my mind around is the need for these massive annexes.” In Midflight she would grab him, as she did this he would lose his wings that he gained earlier. During this little stunt his head would pass dangerously close to the floating hadrons that she been using. “Don’t worry you can go home shortly she said…” Though he didn’t have any context for what she meant yet. A moment later there was another flash of light, the next thing he would see is a winding path in the area of space that seemed bathed in blue. “The Interesting fact that you haven’t died yet proves that we are the same in some respects. We are both planeswalkers…” She said flying along a particular path in the blind eternities. It would be about fifteen minutes until the view disappeared, and Ulanja was treated to the view of a new world, it seemed…wild… They were both on a floating hadron, Asuzael was laying on it, the Leonin standing. “Well as you might be able to guess.” Her Hadrons had floated away to take their place in the Network. “I’m not actually native to Mirrodin but this world. It’s called Zendikar.”

Down below the land seemed to rearrange itself on its own. “In any case I brought here not to see the power of nature’s extremes at work but to offer you a deal away from prying eyes of those I currently answer too. I can keep you as you are, provided you work for me. I can also spare those you fight for, under the same condition.”

(I'll post for Rav once I know what the other Mirrans are doing)

[Dusty]

Ulanja had thought the Phyrexian were alien. But at least they had metal in them. The plain around him had no such thing. His eye's which were long accustomed to the reflectings of the Razor fields and Glimmer Void weren't use to this place of rocket and earth. The very world seemed alive. He gazed at the massive trees that were made of some material he had never seen before.

“In any case I brought here not to see the power of nature’s extremes at work but to offer you a deal away from prying eyes of those I currently answer too. I can keep you as you are, provided you work for me. I can also spare those you fight for, under the same condition,” the dragon's speech brought Ulanja back to reality.

"Nature? No nature I know of creates a world like this," he responded as he continued exploring as he mulled the dragon's words. "Keep me as I am? I have a hard time taking you at your word after seeing what you've done to my brother."

[Nelle Kozera]

“Its interesting, planeswalkers are nothing new here on Zendikar, most everyone here knows about them and where they come from. So I can say with confidence that your world is the anomaly even more than this world is.” They had come out over Tazeem and for that she was thankful, it meant that she knew the area better than most. The Hadron that they were perched on was moving a direction that was going to bring them over the Oran-Rief Forest.

“Your brother was converted before I joined the Phyrexians myself about six or seven months ago. Your methods of measuring time are different than I’m used to so that may, or maynot be correct we only have one sun here.” She pointed to the single orb of light in the sky. “As for keeping you unconverted that’s well within my ability you’ll notice that you’re not covered in oil, even though I carried you for at least fifteen minutes.” She pointed out. “I’d rather have people come to the Phyrexians through their own will, instead of being forced into a form of bondage it works better for everyone also around we need more intelligence, not mindless drones. Plus its really up to you, I could convert you it would only little oil, or you can work with me and save what is left of your friends.”

[SliceOfDog]

As the dust-like plume of metallic shards settled back to the earth, they began to coat Sanin in a dark, thin layer. Each ragged breath he breathed kicked up the shards again, but the rough, sharp grinding noise wasn't the metal rubbing together but his dying breaths. He had jumped knowing the landing would be rough, but he had hoped, vainly it was now apparent, that one of his allies might have stopped his fall.
With immense effort, he tried to raise his head. Screaming agony was the only answer. He closed his eyes, and felt himself beginning to slip away...
When suddenly "Fall back!"
A faint smile flickered on his colourless, quivering lips. He rallied his final effort to raise his head and see the defeat of his enemies. His actions may have led to his death, but at least it was a valiant one. Truly worthy of a son of Bant. The first thing he saw, with a detached horror, was a large spike emerging from his chest. Dark liquid pooled at its base, and trickled down his side onto the ground below. Beyond that sight, he saw another, and one which horrified him more.
The retreat was not the Phyrexians. It was the Mirrans!
The sacrifice... my sacrifice... for nothing...
His powers had made the ranks an unstoppable force, yet they still retreated. Those who attacked were simply evaporated. As he watched, mindless phyrexians towering over him on all sides, though taking no notice of his final moments, he felt his hopes fall away.
All is lost
His energy spent, his head collapsed hard onto the ground. His eyes slowly closed, and his breathing slowed. As the world faded, a thought struck him: The liquid pooling at his wound... it wasn't red... it wasn't blood. A numb, shaking hand raised itself to the base of the spike, brushed it and lifted to his eyes. He had no energy left to react, but he had life enough to register what it was: the oil. After avoiding it for months on end in the very heart of the Phyrexian forces, he had landed in the stuff after revealing his true identity. It dripped from his hand, splattering his face... burning his fading skin.
"No..."
The eyes closed. The hand fell... lifeless.
Oil dripped from the fingers, from the face, from the wound.
A single tear of red ran down his cold, unmoving face.

[Cobalt3924]

(Waiting on you Nelle. I can't post until Ravenor does something.)

[Cobalt3924]

((I have just received word from Reaper/Nelle. He's going to be busy for the next few days. so I believe that's Mirrodin on Pause until he returns.)