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Thumbing his way though dusty tomes, Mokuzai searched the library for anything relating to the Primedark or Draven. Mokuzai brushed the dust off a tome Titled simply: Know Planeswalkers. Mokuzai quickly spread out the tome and began flipping though it. It appeared that the Consortium was aware of Draven Grask. He read on. Reportedly, Draven's home world was Dominaria, but Mokuzai knew that much from his story. The consortium had him listed as unsolicited. Out of curiosity, Mokuzai looked up his own name. it had all of his information correct, including the fact that he had just rejected an offer for work at the Consortium. Mokuzai had a moment of unmitigated awe at the enchantment inside this book and made note of it for future use.
Shaking his head in amusement, Mokuzai placed the tome back in it's place and resumed scanning. Mokuzai's finger found a strange book, the text down the spine was in an odd language. Mokuzai pressed a finger to his temple and cast a simple translation spell on himself. The text re-arranged itself into something resembling: The Door with Ten Thousand Locks. The translation was off, and Mokuzai knew it, but something about the tome piqued his interest. Mokuzai focused more and more mana into the spell, but the more the words rearranged themselves, into more accurate translation the more disturbing the titles became: All Dark, Lockbreaker, The Chained Dark, All Consuming. Mokuzai shook his head to clear the translation spell. He picked up the book and brought it reverently to the reading table. he set the tome down and opened the cover, inside was more of the strange writing. Mokuzai translated as best he could, but he couldn't make sense of the words. Mokuzai had never had that happen before. three knocks came from the door.
That was the sign. Mokuzai had given Oboren to use if someone was coming. Mokuzai barely had time to close the book, push in the chair, and tuck the book under his arm before the door opened, Mokuzai vanished before the man stepped into the room. It was Ganot. Mokuzai watched Ganot for any sign of suspicion or urgency, but Ganot simply picked up a trans-plane business transaction receipt and began working. mokuzai phased though the door and released the spell. Mokuzai heard Obroren jump. Mokuzai waved a hand and oboren was once again visible.

After thanking oboren, mokuzai walked back out onto the street. He needed to find someone familiar with this language.

Draven watched as the man goaded him in such a fashion. "One of in a long series?... I see dear sir that you have me confused with someone who would just lay down and die. Besides your quite the more interesting topic looking from where I'm standing. Your own power doesn't seem to agree with you."
He addresses this as the energy in the new man isn't acting as it should. Draven places one hand over his chest just as his gargoyle comes crashing down to the street below him. "Conflicting mana.. its such a wonderful thing isn't it? It took me some time as well, but enough of this conversation. I can see your here for something entirely different. But I do have one warning for you... He looks up at the hawk circling above the man and his eyes go wide as he invokes a small pang of black mana. The hawk rips in two with a small burst of black viscus fluid. He then looks back at the mage.. "I will relish this far more then you." He says this as his hands grow sleek ridged claws.

Mokuzai ears perked at a strange ripping noise from a great distance, followed closely by a curious whooshing sound. As Mokuzai came to an intersection he saw a black and white glow coming from atop a building to his right. Mokuzai amplified his eyesight twelve times. He could see Draven and another mage atop the roofs as well as a large hawk circling above and one of Draven's stone pets plummeting from the sky. The posture of Draven reflected the same disregard he had shown during their previous meeting. But the other man was serious, his posture was that of a man on a mission. Mokuzai sighed. He spread his arms.
"Stand back!"
He yelled, alarming the people around him.
Before he left Kamigawa, the sacred Myojin of Life's Web had bestowed a great gift on him: the ability to transform.
Mokuzai said a small prayer of thanks, then transformed into a dragon. His blue/green scales flickered in the sun as he flapped down with powerful wings. He rose till he was level with the two mages. He was still a good distance away, but when he saw the Black/White blast shoot towards Draven, Mokuzai waved his massive claw and summoned a draining whelk. The spells hit the illusion, but instead of killing the tiny creature, it's coils surrounded them and absorbed them, making the whelk much larger. As Mokuzai flew toward the two mages he cast his usual plethora of protective enchantments upon himself. He was going to try to stop this fight if he could, if not, he would take the fight to another plane where he could unleash his true fury without killing innocents.
"You will stand down!"
Mokuzai bellowed as he closed the gap rapidly.

Another flap of the wings brought him close enough to the fight to transform back into a man. He flipped gracefully and landed on his feet beside Draven. He was close enough to whisper in Draven's ear
"Have you not found it odd that so many planeswalkers have appeared in this part of Ravnica all at the same time? You say She came to you, and judging by your blade, you are telling the truth. She visited me as well. What if this man has also seen Her? What if he is our ally? You must think before you act!"
Mokuzai turned and addressed them both.
"I do not know what quarrel you have! But the coming Darkness is greater than any petty squabble! Lay down your arms, calm your hearts! This is neither the time nor the place for this argument!"

Arihelia was sitting at the top of a building with her leg crossed,
she was seeing and listening to the whole scene from that place, there
was no need for her to approach them and they were in no need of help,
she looked at the man that was wilding the black and white mana, his
black mana seemed so much more than the white and in a sense it felt
different, though she couldn't really understand why she felt that way.

It seemed that SHE had come to those two man down there as well,
and the man that had transformed into a dragon was right, why were so
many planeswalkers in one place and at the same time?

Draven's head cocked with the mans words.. a very profound look swings across his face as he turns towards Richter

"...You know what?... I think its time for you to..." He brings a finger to his mouth and shushes through it but the sound does not come out as a Shhhh. It builds to an actual physical pressure that Richter can feel on his face and the sound turns to more of a soft hum. Like some sort of song from out of thin air bringing a force that peeled away magic at its barest point. Even his disk of dark mana is whisked away with the sound of this song and any free magical enchantments are pulled off his body. Draven watches as he falls to the roof top landing solidly on his feet.

"I don't care how sinister you try to make yourself out to be. I have seen creatures far darker crushed under my heel." At that moment a shred of the dark mana comes floating past Draven and he snatches it out of the air before It can disappear. He eye's it and places the fleck on his tongue which invokes a strange frown from him. A low growl emits from his throat..."..A minion..nothing more then a minion. This is almost too laughable.."

"Tell me little friend, did her promise of power involve your end as well? Or did she decide to leave that part out?"

"Hhhm so a puppet?" she murmured to herself as she still looked at the scene from afar, the wind played with her hair as the scene
seemed to be growing tense, "what could he be in such a need to face two
planewalkers?" she wondered.

Mokuzai reacted immediately. The spell was massive. Mokuzai had seen entire cites reduced to rubble by the spell. Mokuzai clapped his hands together then opened them again, between his hands was a tiny creature. A little Faery buzzed between his palms. Mokuzai whispered to the tiny creature.
"I need your help, little one"
The little thing nodded and zipped upwards towards the unfolding light in the sky. Glen Elandra Archmages were powerful nullmages, but mokuzai waited with bated breath as the little thing disappeared into the bright ball of unfolding light. One second, Two seconds, Three seconds.
on the fourth second Mokuzai saw it, a blue outline tracing the ball of light backwards to it's origination point, leaving only blue sky in it's wake. When the spell had fully collapsed Mokuzai magnified his vision, searching for the tiny mage. He spotted her limp body falling from the heavens down to the city below. Mokuzai reached out a hand, and commanded a vine that clung to a building near the falling faery to reach out and catch her. The vines passed her body across the wall towards Mokuzai, forming bridges between building until the little creature was deposited back in Mokuzai's hands. Mokuzai poked the creature with a fingertip and a single spark jumped from his finger to her chest. She coughed. Then in a flash she was up and buzzing about.
"Thank you little friend"
He said to the faery before waving a hand and unsummoning her.