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[small campfire amongst the fens]

Impervius sat down, scheming. He was uncomfortable without the huge mana reserves of the academy ready to destroy anything that came into his path. After careful consideration, he decided that to return home he would need vast quantities of mana and multiple strong spellcasters, or to simply wait until the plane came back within reachable distance of the other worlds, if it ever did. Gathering his small vanguard, he informed them that these fens might contain some secret in the ruins, and sent a couple of spiritmongers and some skeletons on a scouting mission to their immediate vicinity. They return with nothing.

[reasonably deep into the fens]

Nothing will be won by simply staying still in one place, so impervius decides to move through the fens. After many hours of travel, they see what appears to be a ruined abbey. Entering into the abbey, a hail of bats descends on impervius and his small vanguard. The bats, however, are easy prey for the spiritmongers and impervius's slicing blades, and soon all that remains of the swarm are bodies on the ground, some rapidly healing cuts on the bodies of the spiritmongers, and the souls, trapped inside the bodies of the lumbering beasts. Impervius, empowered by the lifelink from the warhammer, and having absorbed some black mana from the swamps and the deceased bats, summons a few wraiths from the depths of the fens. Checking the moldering abbey records, it seems that there is the body of a creature of considerable power buried deep into the fens, but the scrolls are unclear as to the exact whereabouts of it's location. Impervius, thinking that this monstrosity would do well if it was reanimated into his service, ponders the issue, and encamps in the abbey's cells. During the night, he discovers a legend of some powerful artifacts hidden somewhere in the Talus range, deep in the goblin stronghold, but wary of the truthfullness of legends, as yet takes no action.

[monk's cells in abbey]

[Edge of the Fen]

Arkaine was more than slightly on edge. He had bolted upright near dawn, instinctively grabbing his swords. He jumped up, one blade held staight out in front of him, the other reared back ready for a stronger thrust. The archers who had been on watch bolted up, as well, nocking arrows and looking for the danger. After a few tense moments, Arkaine relaxed. There had definitely been something here, but it was gone now. As the sun peeked over the horizon, he roused his men. He prepared for the day, donning his armor after a quick, and spartan, breakfast. They would see what this mire hid in the light of day.

[Somewhere in the Fen]

As Arkaine and his men moved throught the swamp, he was as high-strung as he had been that morning. Whatever the presence he had felt was still nearby, and it wasn't good. He reasoned that it wasn't the shining thing that he had seen earlier, but something dark, rotten, evil. A shadow passed by behind them, causing Arakine to grab the hilts of his blades in their cross-sheathes. "Everybody, stay alert," he whispered. "Don't draw arms, but be ready to at a moment's notice." There was no point in letting the thing know they were ready for it.

At this time, they came upon a stairway set into the ground. Whatever building it had belonged to was long since gone, but there were still a few bricks lying around. Examination of etchings on the walls of the stair revealed that it was probably a religious building of some sort, maybe a monastery or temple. Whatever it was, it could hold some clue to this mysterious plane, and Arkaine led the way down into the darkness, with his soldiers, the archers holding torches, following him.

[Abbey Cellar]

((Vaaxx, if you want to have the first fight, feel free to attack me.))

All that could be heard when the thing attacked was a small clink as the monster's sharp teeth pierced the soldier's armor and a muffled groan and thud as the soldier fell unconscious and slumped into the monster. Still, this was all Arkaine needed. He heard his man go down and instantly had his swords out, crackling with the energy etched into them by their creator. He gave a mighty Battle Cry and lunged at the attacker, swinging ferociously, while his men drew their blades and encircled the thing. One archer grabbed a Reviving Dose of medecine from his pack and immediately went to minister to the downed soldier. He would live, but was certainly out for this fight.

[outside the abby]
Rizacrad had felt the powers combine here and came to investigate. When he arrived he heard the sounds of battle coming from the cellar. When he went down he stayed in the shadows making him almost invisible because of his cloak and watched the scene that was unfolding. What he saw was what appeared to be a small battalion of soldiers lead by one of the planeswalkers surrounding another one of the planeswalkers. "This could be useful to me" e thought hoping to learn what he could about these other planeswalkers. He stood back in the shadows and waited to see what was to become of this.

vaaxx jumped back stumbling awfully close to the men behind her as the Arkaine's slash tore open the front of her robe revealing her phyrexian appearance: metal...rotten flesh. she only growled and swung again claws flashing in the dim light. she too felt the magical being outside. "help and you die too" she hissed. anger in her orange eyes as she tore off the hood of her already useless cloak.