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We all knew It was coming. Bolas knew before most. But just the same, when It awoke, we all felt it. For a brief and terrifying instant the whole multiverse was united in a moment of complete dread. Something stirred within us. the most basic part of us called out though our egos and psyche and the flesh of our bodies: "It is coming."

"Run."

Months had passed, and the moment of dread had become a thing of no import to any but the most learned scholars. But you knew something was gnawing at the back of your skull. Something in the pit of your stomach couldn't settle. the moment of dread still lingers inside you, and in your moments of rest, that feeling finds you again.

Then She came to you, whether while you slept, or while you toiled with your everyday struggles. And when you saw Her you were struck dumb. You sank you your knees before Her as She asked you a simple question.

"Will you restore balance?"

Each and every one of you, From every corner of the multiverse, said in one unified voice.

"Yes."

She then smiled upon you, touched you on the brow. And awakened your spark. Reality bent before your eyes. The Blind eternities turned their blindfolded faces to you.

"Stand"

She said. You obeyed. Into your hand She placed a sword.

And She was gone.

Upon your brow you carry a walkermark and upon your hip you carry Her sword

Years have passed, in that time, you've grown from a lowly mage, to an artist of power. You wield magic as deftly as a blacksmith wields his hammer and forge. You have amassed power enough to change the fate of the multiverce, if only you work together. You are a planswalker. You weld great power, for good or evil or somewhere in between is your choice. Only one thing unites us across the multiverce:

She has been to see you. And you have accepted her charge

Mokuzai Akarshi

A new smell here, a new smell there. Mokuzai sniffed the wind looking for no scent in particular. Chill air touched his nostrils and he sneezed. He gazed up at the mountains, rimmed with snow. A lesser dragon soared amongst the needle-sharp peaks miles away. Mokuzai cast his gaze down to the lowlands beneath him. Several nomads marched across the plain of cold gold grass several miles away.
Mokuzai closed his coat about him to stave off the cold as he began walking toward the nomads. as he did, he opened his arms. he pulled upon the shores of the Bayha and the redwoods of the Jukai for Mana to grow wings. He flapped down and shaped the rest of his body into that of an eagle.
soaring through the cold air, he kept looking around. Dread crept into his skull as he flew on. he tried to shake the feeling, but the longer he tried, the more solid the feeling became. It was as if someone had opened him up and was examining his fears. he shook his head to clear it and continued his flight.
As he neared the Troop of nomads he descended to the ground. When he was about three feet off the ground and a hundred paces from the nomads Mokuzai released the spell and was again a man. The nomads jumped at his sudden appearance. They brandished spears and swords at him. Mokuzai held up a hand and said.
"I am not your enemy."
The nomads did not understand
"Oohsan mahlach donan?"
One of them asked. Mokuzai again drew upon the Bayha for mana. He crafted a spell in his mind to translate.
"Do you come bearing Darkness?"
"No, I am a friend"
some lowered their spears. others did not.
"What is this Darkness of which you speak?"
One of the nomads lowered his spear and moved forward leaving a wave of gold grass in his wake. Mokuzai placed a hand on the hilt of Her sword.
"Have you not seen? My friend, our world is unraveling and you are oblivious?
Mokuzai frowned.
"worlds do not simply unravel. What has happened?"
the man stopped in front of Mokuzai.
"You are right, friend. But then, unraveling a world is so easy when a force like it wishes that world to be undone."
the man slammed his spear into the ground, point up. placed his chin upon the tip, spread his arms,
"Behold, the Primedark's Will!"
he screamed in a voice that tore at Mokuzai's sanity. The man fell upon his spear.
His followers did the same.
Mokuzai staggered back. He looked from face to face. How had he not noticed that they were all the same man? Their lifeless eyes stared at him, their blood blackened and dripped up their faces before dripping into the sky.
"Life's Web"
Mokuzai swore as the sky ripped apart. The ground cracked under their spears, revealing luminescent purple flesh. Mokuzai fell to the dirt, scrambled and took off running. doom sounded through the sky. it was a sound that pounded upon chest and psyche alike. Mokuzai looked back. Molten blackness was pouring from the sky and forming pillars of darkness. Giant chunks of earth were ripped out of the ground. and pulled towards the sky. Mokuzai reached out to the multiverse for mana, but he found no purchase. What sounded like a laugh rang though his ears. A column of black smashed into the ground just meters in front of him. the force of the impact threw him from his feet. There was a great shudder, and the ground he was on split and was pulled upward. Mokuzai struggled to regain his feet. he looked up. mouths littered the heavens. Mokuzai reached for the mana to planeswalk, but could not find it. a mouth was descending from above, salivating and gnashing it's teeth. mokuzai reached out again in desperation. and felt a hand grab a hold of him and the world vanished. He opened his eyes. He was under the heavy trees of the jukai. he slowly stood. She was there.
"You know what must be done, go now child."
And once again, She was gone

((Alright, ya got in. Awesome. Good to RP with you again.))

Mokuzai reached his mind into the soft, rich, Jukai soil for mana. He breathed in deeply, took a step, and ceased to exist, the leaves around the place where he had been swirled violently, for half a second, it appeared as if the leaves formed the shape of a hand, then they fluttered lazily to the ground.

Ravnica had become the unofficial center of the multiverse, for planeswalkers anyway. It was a hub for activity and cross plane knowledge. It was the perfect place to start looking for information on the Primedark. The Consortium would be reluctant to share information and Mokuzai wasn't even sure they would have any on the Primedark. However slight the chance for success was, it was a start at least.

Mokuzai Snapped into existence. He was behind Tin Street, he could tell because it smelled like feet. Feet with bad cases of trench foot. he walked out of the shadows of the back ally he had landed in out into the middle of Tin Street. The street never seemed to end, it simply looked like a river, running though towering gothic buildings. It was loud too, merchants shouted their wares, animals squawked and honked from their cages, and through all this, business was being conducted, everyone had to shout to make themselves heard. Mokuzai passed a auction stand where a sad looking chicken was being displayed. At least it looked like a chicken, but that notion was put out of Mokuzai's head when the little beast suddenly spat fire. The bidding became a flurry of hands.
Mokuzai walked on. A particularly unpleasant smell caught Mokuzai's nose. It was a smell that he had learned very early in his planeswalking career. It was the smell of a shadowmage, not just a shadowmage, a planeswalker shadowmage. The Consortium headquarters was further along the street. Mokuzai proceeded, but drew mana to amplify his senses just in case.

((Please tone back the sex and violence. Keep it PG13.))

The racket was audible from the street, even for the average passerby who's hearing wasn't tripped. Mokuzai looked towards the brothel. Barely clothed woman ran screaming from the doors. The shadowmage's stink was thick here. It was a good bet that it had been the mage who started the commotion.
Mokuzai pondered ((LOL)) for a second on whether or not to interfere. The thought of a paycheck set his feet moving towards the brothel.
Mokuzai stepped though the open doors into a smoky room. He walked calmly to one of the men there.
"Where is the disturbance?"
Mokuzai asked calmly. The man eyed Mokuzai cautiously. It was in this moment that Mokuzai realized he hadn't shaved in six months and he looked like a bum.
"I'm here to help, where is the disturbance?"
He asked again.
"Upstairs, third door."
"Thank you."
Mokuzai said, bowing slightly. Mokuzai headed for the stairs. as he reached them the man called out:
"Who are you? Azorious? Boros?"
Mokuzai simply unsheathed Jugan and proceeded up the stairs.
The doors to all the rooms had been flung wide when Mokuzai arrived on the landing. Mokuzai cautiously cleared each one before reaching the third room. An old man was sprawled across the threshold. Blood leaked from the wound in his neck. further inside the dark room was a dead viashino. Hanging from metal shackles against the far wall was a terrified concubine. When she saw Mokuzai she whimpered and tried to cover herself. Mokuzai walked into the room cautiously. He looked left and right. There was no one else in the room. Mokuzai strode over to the terrified woman. He broke her shackles with a word of corrosion. She fell to the floor. Mokuzai removed his coat and offered it to the woman. She took it and covered herself immediately.
"Who did this to you? Can you give me a name?"
Mokuzai asked. She shook her head.
"Can you tell me anything about him?"
He asked as he helped her to her feet and began walking her towards the door. She glanced up quickly, then shook her head again. Mokuzai walked her out of the room and down the stairs. The man Mokuzai had talked to earlier rushed over to help the concubine. The man tipped Mokuzai graciously and lead the girl away. Mokuzai headed back out to the street a few coins richer.

Mokuzai heard the heavy breathing behind him a second too late. He grimaced as the blade punctured his lung. It wasn't fatal, and Mokuzai could heal the wound in a heartbeat, it was more or less a matter of hurt pride, he had let his guard down. It was unacceptable. This man was going to pay.
"Come with me, I'm gonna show you a little bit of humility, Dirt-Mage"
The man spat in his ear. Mokuzai's pride burned with rage, but he kept his composure and allowed himself to be steered into the ally where he could end the shadowmage without unnecessary loss of life. The Shadow-Mage shoved him to the ground in the ally. Mokuzai's wound healed itself as the knife left his flesh. He detected no poison in the wound, that was good, he wouldn't have to waste mana expelling it. Mokuzai reached out to the forests of the multiverse in preparation of the fight. He stood, reached up slowly and threw his hat to the ground. His lips peeled back in a feral snarl, exposing elongated canines. He tilted his head back and howled. It took no time at all for eyes to appear in the darkness of the ally. The soft padding of paws upon the cobblestones filled Mokuzai's heart with bloodlust.

Ren Clenched his teeth. How dare this dirt-mage think that he is a match for me? Mutilate was one of the first spells he had learned, these little wolves were an insult, more than a threat. He pulled upon the mana of Urborg and traced a circle in the air with his index finger. A glorious ring of black mana formed in his finger's wake. He cocked his fist back and broke the ring with a punch. The pathetic beasts' features melted and became disfigured. The whimpering was a simple, but delightful sound. A particularly delicious sound came from the closest wolf. A hole had melted through the beast's throat and it was trying to breath. It's agonized gasps were rather silly.
Ren smiled and leaned against the wall of the ally, he crossed his arms and motioned at his opponent.

"C'mon, is that all?

A strange light filled the ally, momentarily distracted, Ren looked up and saw a Demon-Portal open in the sky.

"What the F**k?"

Mokuzai saw the explosion in the sky, but discipline and training kept his focus on his enemy.
Mokuzai knew better than to try anything too extreme, if he summoned the creature that had just popped into his head this part of the city would be reduced to rubble. So instead of summoning the creature, he focused it's strength. His muscles surged. Muscular strength and speed infused his body. he crouched, drew Jugan with his right hand, and placed his left on the ground. Green veins appeared on the ground and spread from his palm. The lights rushed toward the distracted Shadow-Mage. With a roar Mokuzai lunged.

Ren barely had time to draw his sword and block, but the force was tremendous. Ren gasped in shock as he felt the bones in his wrist give way with a loud crack. The attack bent his sword back and smashed it against his side, further enraging his already splintered wrist. Ren couldn't do a damn thing as his enemy slashed a deep cut in his side. Ren reached down to the cut and scooped out a handful of the blood flowing freely there. He lunged forward, trying to slap the blood onto his opponent's face. The dirt-mage was too quick, he dodged it without hesitation.
There's no way he's that fast!
Ren thought in shock. There was simply no other way to stop the assault. Visions of the mountains of Rath swirled before him. He breathed in fire, his chest burned. As he opened his mouth, hellish orange light radiated from the back of his throat. He was gonna cook this animal.