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🕑 Added 2022-11-26 16:03:08 +0000 UTCRemnant’s Planeswalker
By: Bubbajack
Editors: icysnowsage, First Hassan
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Ch.1:
I always remember the sky. How beautiful it looked before everything went wrong. The stars shone so brightly as if prophesying our victory. My queen told us of a coming revolution. How we would no longer be puppets of the world and forge our own freedom. How to break our chains we must take our freedom from those who dare entrap us. She spoke of a wisewoman and how she mentioned the pettiness of our overlords and how they ruled us with an iron yet uncaring fist. I was happy. Oh so happy. My family would no longer suffer. We could be free. I could not wait for my sisters, mother, and father to be free of the trappings of the Gods. I offered to join the growing army of our kingdom. I was joyous at the opportunity to become a hero. I was not the strongest, fastest, or even most tenacious. However, my mother said my heart was what made me special. I joined with my neighbors and together we prepared to go to war against the gods who deemed us their subjects and pawns. The wise woman mentioned how the gods are fallible and was able to steal part of their immortality. She led my queen and my people into believing we could overcome the gods and reclaim this world as ours.
Oh how naive I was then.
Our Queen joined with two monarchs of other kingdoms and together with the wise woman led our combined armies to lay siege upon the gods. Together we combined all of your strength, all of our hopes, and all of our dreams into a barrage of magic to bring the gods low. It was then I understood the overwhelming distance betweens the gods and us humans. The God of Darkness with just a wave of his claw absorbed all of our might and magic. Then he rained death. I saw everyone around me start to fall and dissipate into ash. All I could think is that I had to live, that death was not the future for me, that I had to live on for my family and people. I felt the pain and burning as I was assaulted by the magic of the Gods. I felt as if my heart had become a furnace and soon I would follow my brethren and Queen and see them in the afterlife. And then I ignited in a flash and I was gone. Leaving everything I knew behind. To this day I wonder why I survived when all those who I loved, respected, and cared for perished.
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Plane Alara, Shard Jund Year Unknown?
I fell hard into a puddle and felt dirty water come into my mouth. It tasted of dirt, grime, and other filth. I coughed and wheezed to get the dirty water out of my mouth. The burning sensation all over my body dissipated and I felt as if I was finally cooling down. I looked at my shaking hands and realized by some cruel fate that I had survived. I had escaped the Gods’ judgment.
“Curse you wise woman! You offered us prosperity but you only brought ruin and death. A thousand curses upon you. May you never know rest, may your heart succumb to darkness and any joy you feel be sucked from you,” I cursed and cried about the fates of my people and how that snake of a woman destroyed us all. Now I wonder if that was the first time I used my spark to cast a spell. A curse of hatred is quite strong after all.
I looked around where I was and saw a thick forest and heard the sound of a nearby river. Hopping to clean off some of the filth on me I got up and walked through the thick underbrush. I saw so many new things that I became overstimulated a little and grew dizzy. I struggled a little I admit and when I finally got to the river I plunged my head in to drink from its rejuvenating waters. The only problem …….
I wasn’t alone.
I soon learned that the plane I arrived in was Jund. There was only one Law on Jund.
Eat or be eaten.
I heard a splash nearby and looked up. What looked back at me was some kind of creature with giant pale eyes and looked into my soul and found prey. Its skin was pearly white in demeanor. The creature’s mouth had hundreds of teeth.
I jumped back as the creature snarled and bit where I stood. I had no weapon, only my fist, the clothes on me, and a drive to survive. So naturally I did the only thing I could…
I cast magic at it. The innate magic grated to us by the very Brother Gods the wise women had rallied our people to rebel against. A beam leapt from my hand that was a swirling vortex of color. It struck the creature in the side… and dissipated like it was nothing. With my one true means of defense lost to me, I did the only thing I could…
I ran.
“Jón…”
“Jón…”
“Jón!”
