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Knocking on Heaven's Door [MtG/Multicross/SI]

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shadenight123 said:
"What are you doing?" I asked the small Sliver, whose major characteristics seemed to be that of having most of his hardened exoskeleton replaced with fluffy pink fur, and two tiny blunt talons to skitter about on the ground.

The Sliver screeched, and then extended his talons upwards in a pick me up gesture. I exhaled, loudly, and did just that. He was soft and warm admittedly, but his appearance meant something else too.

"Kischur," I said dryly, my eyes locking with those of the old man standing proudly in front of me. He also dared to smile. "Have you grown tired of your immortality?"
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For a second, I thought you named a Sliver Kischur.
shadenight123 said:
Right now I could easily rip out all of Amaterasu tails and force-feed them to her without qualms, but it didn't mean it would be as easy if she actually managed to acquire some time to prepare and understand how vast and different her powers could grow up to be. The decisions on whether or not to rip the Fluffy Tails aside, I could feel Kischur's lingering scent —calling him Zelretch was too easy, and he had no way of opposing me if I ever decided to call him fluffy bunny anyway— and wondered why he'd actually come all the way to this seemingly meaningless place.
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shadenight123 said:
While it was Fuyuki, it also wasn't the house of Shiro
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Shirō or Shirou, but not Shiro. A Certain Heavenly Feeling (ToAru / FSN) | Page 36
Mockingly-Tricky said:
Trollretch meets ShadeWalker.........
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How about no?
Return to the Spring said:


But it didn't end for me there.
The whole event on the land I supervise.
The land of Fuyuki belongs to my family, but the Magic Association approved it, so it's not completely ours.
The Magic Association demands that all divine mysteries be hidden, and we broke that rule to pieces.

First, the enormous damage the Holy Grail War caused to society.
Next, the assassination of the Master dispatched by the Magic Association.
Finally, the activation of the "swirl of origin" that the Association measured.
…Well, the first two are Kirei's responsibility, and he's the supervisor they sent, so I had my excuse.

But I can't duck responsibility for the third one.
The appearance of the gate from the Holy Grail. A ritual leading to the origin needs to be conducted under the supervision of the Magic Association.



They were mad that we opened the gate, but I hear they really wanted to kill me since we closed it even though we succeeded.



And that's how the one-man court started, in a meeting room that could hold three hundred people.
There were heads of every department, along with magi who wanted the Tohsaka family's rights once I'd been sentenced. It was more of a circus than a trial.

"Oh man, I guess this is it for me. I should run to the Middle East where they're against the Association, or fight until the very end in Japan."


I was determined and was even making my escape plans, but there were people that wanted to save me while there were people who wanted to kill me.
In the face of everyone's condemnation,

"———Well. The carelessness of my apprentice is my responsibility."

The old man, who slightly outranked all who were present, appeared and nullified all the charges against me.

It's not that the he took the blame in my place.
It's give and take.
Out of everything he could have done,

"All right. Then I shall take apprentices. I will teach up to three students. All the departments are to select prospects in a conference."
he dropped a bombshell.

I mean, a long-missing sorcerer appeared, and said he'd take apprentices on top of it.
The whole place became a riot.
Completely forgetting about me, everyone ran to their departments, panicking over who should be selected.

And he came to me, who was standing there dumbfounded, and smiled.

"So an unremarkable parent produced a superior child. I expected the least out of Tohsaka, but you managed to reach it in just six generations."
And he said something ridiculous like that.

"W-what do you mean?"

I played dumb.
Because I thought he'd kill me if he found out what went on.
Sorcerers don't tell others about their sorcery.
My instincts told me he'd kill anyone who followed in his footsteps, without mercy.

But my enemy's no ordinary person.
He pats my head and praises me.

"Use the people of the Association. It's a stiff, conservative place, but they have the tools."
As expected from the great master.
The old man who traveled across many parallel worlds was a wholehearted guy.
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TYPE-MOON Encyclopedia said:
4/ Wizard Marshal Zelretch

One of the five existing magicians. Also called Zelretch of the Jewel.

Despite being a Dead Apostle, he cooperates with the True Ancestors. Arcueid thinks of him as a sort of grandfatherly servant. He toppled the Crimson Moon in battle, but had his blood sucked at the last second and became a Dead Apostle. However, even after becoming a vampire his position as a magician stayed intact, and he traveled around the world to various countries where he would take disciples and uniformly ruin them all.

[…]

Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg [Person]
Source: Fate/side material (2004-1-30), p.058
Fate Dictionary

The Wizard Marshal, Zelretch of the Jewel.

Also known by the name of Kaleidoscope, he is one of the five magicians.

(He's also one of the 27 Dead Apostle Ancestors, but since that doesn't have any bearing on the story of Fate/stay night, let's just gloss over that.)

A magus symbolized by jewels, he is an inscrutable old man that rages at evil and laughs at good.

Though he occasionally takes an apprentice on a whim, he has yet to find a successor.

Long, long ago, he was a monster who fought the king of the vampires in one-on-one combat and pushed back a giant falling rock with sheer strength.

However, he has aged considerably since then, and it seems he can no longer use his magic like he did in his prime.

By the way, whenever he takes an apprentice, they almost always end up being completely ruined.

This turned into something of a dilemma for the department heads at the Association, during the episode Rin related in Sakura's true ending.

"If we don't offer up our most promising students, there's a good chance they won't come back at all, but if we do offer up our most promising students it'll be a huge loss if they end up useless!"

Truly, it was an all-or-nothing gamble.
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Complete Material 3: World Material said:
Q: Are the three routes of "Fate/stay night" parallel worlds existing at the same time? I was curious since I was how it would look to Zelretch.

A: They're parallel sort of. But if Zelretch was observing, it'd become true, and my feelings on the matter is that I'd rather two routes disappear if one was true.

If all of these became possible at the same time, the other routes would become meaningless.

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Witness, "Wizard Marshall" Kischua Zelretch Schweinorg

One of the only five True Magicians in the world. Zelretch served as the witness during the creation of the Greater Grail. He is an old man with many nicknames. He has been referred to as "Wizard Marshall," "(Zelretch ) Of the Jewel," "Kaleidoscope," "Old Man Time" and many other names. The 5 phenomena that cannot be achieved through sorcery or science are called "True Magic," and those individuals who can invoke these are called "True Magicians." Zelretch once fought the existence known as "Crimson Moon." Although emerging victorious (draw?), he paid a heavy price. As a result of this engagement, he became severely aged, and his powers diminished. And it was also at that time, he was bitten by the Crimson Moon and turned into a vampire. His name was entered into the list of "The 27 Dead Apostle Ancestors," which documents powerful vampires.
The Magic which Zelretch wields is something called "The Second Magic," and through this Magic he can freely stroll through many parallel worlds. He is a complicated and weird guy with a personality that "rages at evil and laughs at good." He is a powerful existence who is surprisingly meddlesome in worldly affairs, and frequently sparks conflicts. A troublesome figure indeed. (Translator's Notes: Worldly affairs and conflicts as in the bickering of the Association, not World Wars or things like that.)

In the Association, becoming "a pupil of Zelretch" is synonymous to being turned into a complete wreck. Tohsaka Nagato is one of the few rare talented ones that returned without a scratch after becoming the pupil of Zelretch.

Not only a True Magician, but also the pinnacle of magi, this is the "Wizard Marshall" Zelretch. His physique is strong and tough. His demeanour can certainly be called "old but not out."
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Tenth anniversary Q&A said:
Q: You must tell us the details of the battle between the Crimson Moon and Zelretch at his prime!!

A: You are asking me to divulge such delicious details from my stash of ideas? Mmmm… I have shown some similar scenes in Mahoyo, they would carry a similar vibe. It would be something like, the Crimson Moon dropping a mirror image of the Moon (HERE IT COMES!) versus Zelretch doing something only he was able to do: a virtually limitless Ether Cannon unleashed through a special magic circle ("Magic Square"). If we had five times the budget of Mahoyo, then we may be able to realize such a scene.

[…]

Q: Zelretch's pupils seemed to have all been turned into wrecks, so Tohsaka Nagato must be a wreck as well?

A: If the person is accepted as a "pupil of a Magician," he will be turned into a wreck, but if the person is accepted as a "pupil of a magus," then everything is fine. Nagato could not even be called a "pupil of a magus." From Zelretch's perspective, Nagato was but a follower whom he looked out for every now and then. …They met during a journey, and Zelretch taught Nagato something as payment for the hotel bill. That is their level of relationship. It is sort of like a supervising teacher who is observing the students doing experiments from afar.

[…]

Q: Why did Zelretch give the design of the Jewel Sword to Tohsaka Nagato, who had the least potential amongst his pupils?

A: This student Zelretch took during his journey was mediocre, cold, and bipolar. Even Zelretch exclaimed, "Hey, are you crazy or something?" However, Nagato was a good man who is "willing to sacrifice himself for a better future." Although the Einzberns and Makiris were brilliant, they were fundamentally evil. Nagato was mediocre but good at heart.

Zelretch concluded that "this House will probably never accomplish anything great, but at least they will never stray from the righteous path." He then gave the design to Nagato and told him, "Alright, it will be a struggle, but work towards this goal."

Where there is a will, there is a way. The Tohsaka lineage stubbornly followed the teachings of the great master, and finally, after the gentlemanly Tokiomi, accomplished the impossible.
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Also;
Nasu Fic Rec and Fic Discussion Thread 3 (NOT an idea thread) | Page 162
TV - Type Moon General | Page 1609
TV - Type Moon General | Page 1811

I admit, I was expecting you to go with Einzberns and Tuners when I saw this. I completely forgot about the Hortensias.
einzbern.txt said:
*The origins of Einzbern
A factory originally created by the students of the magician who realized the third magic. Began in the year 1 AD.
They attempted to reproduce their master's miracle, but couldn't do it themselves, so as an alternate plan they tried to recreate a specimen identical to their master and have it reproduce the magic.

After nearly 900 years of effort, Justeaze—the homunculus who would come to be called the Winter Saint—was forged.
She was a model that strayed from what the magi had intended, created completely by accident, but her abilities were equal to or above those of their master.
The magi should have been elated about Justeaze, but they couldn't be happy. After all, she was a mutation that was born regardless of their own techniques or skills.
Even if that specimen was to reproduce the third magic, that conclusion would be harder for them to bear than 900 years of failure.

The magi deperately attempted to create a homunculus that excelled Justeaze by their own techniques.
The artificial intelligence created to act as the castle's central management—the golem Jubstacheit—was the pinnacle of their craft, and became the father of all homunculi created at Einzbern.

Justeaze succeeded at proving the third magic.
However, it was not cost-effective. Justeaze's use of the third magic was like careful knitting. It would take several years to save just one person, making the salvation of the entire human race virtually unattainable.
In addition, while Justeaze herself did not age, her body was so frail it would take little to kill her, so she could not leave the castle.
Since her intelligence and mentality were also unaging, she did not develop at all. From an outside perspective, it was as if she was repeating a single day for all eternity.
If she were to leave the castle she would be freed from this "single day," but the act of leaving the castle signified an easy death for Justeaze.

In the end, they accepted that humans could create something that surpassed humans, but not something that could save humans.
…Or perhaps they would not have failed if a miracle like Justeaze had not occurred.

The magi despaired the limits of their abilties. Some abandoned the castle, while others took their own lives.
The homunculi left at Einzbern were abandoned by their creators, but in their purity, they continued to operate the factory for the sake of the creators' ideaology—the salvation of humankind, the reproduction of a miracle.

From then on, all homunculi created at Einzbern were based off of Justeaze.
Jubstacheit created a humanoid terminal unit, and used it as the manager of Einzbern. Though by the end he operated even Acht (the eighth humanoid terminal), he did not possess a personality.
He only included the necessary "humanity" to operate the castle and reproduce the third magic into each of his humanoid terminals, and made them act like humans.
Jubstacheit is essentially an automaton that cannot progress, but continues operating in perpetuity. His way of existence is just like an old clock ticking away, being forgotten by people before running down.

*The great grail
Five hundred years after the magi departed from Einzbern, a model plan was devised for a wide-area operation device for the third magic using Justeaze.
Einzbern had determined that reproducing Justeaze was impossible.
Their plan of keeping Justeaze safe because she was a unique and valuable model switched to a plan to use that unique model to mass-produce miracles.
(This was not Jubstacheit's plan, but a consensus of opinion within Einzbern. Because the homunculi were pure, they chose the method with the greatest probability of success. In fact, Jubstacheit was the only intelligence that voted against this.)

Justeaze could only use the third magic on one human over a period of decades. Therefore, using Justeaze as a frame, they would create a "greater" magic formula and save many humans at once.
The plan was to disassemble her magic circuits and replace them with a magic formula, creating a humanoid universe—the great grail.

But Einzbern alone could not start this project.
They were no more than dolls. They had no way to live in the outside world, and they couldn't handle the complexity of human society.
To create the great grail and reproduce the third magic, they needed understanding and cooperative humans.

Then, in the year 1800, a guest arrived at the winter castle that had continued to produce homunculi.
Makiri Zolken. A magus who had devoted his life to eliminating all the evils of the world, the evils of humanity.
(At this point, Zolken was mostly disillusoned. He knew it was about time to give up, but calling on Einzbern was his last hope. He met Justeaze, and felt a complicated mix of emotions—hope towards fulfilling his ambition, jealousy at her ability to use the third magic, and pity for Justeaze's eternal youth causing her to "repeat the same day.")

With Makiri's understanding and Tohsaka's cooperation, Einzbern began to create the great grail.
However, once they started, they determined that Justeaze alone was not enough.
They could create a great grail. They could create its core. However, to operate it they would need vast amounts of magical energy, and a lesser grail to control it.
Makiri and Tohsaka devised a ritual to collect magical energy using Justeaze's ability to connect with the root: the grail war.
Despite being unable to reproduce Justeaze, Einzbern created a lesser grail with similar abilities to hers.

After 10 years, the project was finally complete.
The grail war ritual was successful, and the great grail lit up.
But its first operation ended in dismal failure.
There was no flaw in the great grail itself.
The problem lay in the craftsmen and magi who participated.
Instead of using the precious magic reactor core for the sake of the whole planet, the magi killed each other out of a desire to use it for the sake of their own race or society.
Einzbern had been unable to understand the thought processes of the humans who operated the great grail.

*Irisviel and Illyasviel
Einzbern learned from the failure of the grail war and changed their plans.
Justeaze no longer existed.
While preparing to restart the great grail, they returned to their original goal and focused on creating a perfect homunculus.

As a result, they created Irisviel, a homunculus with the function of a lesser grail. They expanded on her further and Illyasviel, a homunculus that was the pinnacle of Einzbern's technique, was born.

*Tuners
This is a digression, but separate from the winter castle is the tuners' building (a small house), inhabited by a family of human magi, not homunculi.
Since the homunculi cannot negotiate with human society, the tuners went into town in their place and barter for needed materials. Traders, essentially.
Still, they are a talented magus family, and possess strong artistry. Humans without strong aesthetic sense could never take care of Einzbern, after all.
The tuner family's numbers dwindled along with Einzbern's decline, and in the end only one remained.
It seems he often worked in the castle as a butler, teaching the secluded, medieval-minded homunculi about the outside world.

It's unknown what kind of conclusion that tuner chose after Illya lost and Jubstacheit shut himself down.

*In summary: so what is Einzbern?
A factory in which homunculi continued operating towards the ideals and goals humans had given them, after the magi had left.
Jubstacheit is something like the factory's central management program. A monolith. Acht is his terminal.
Even after their creators had given up and died, the homunculi in the winter castle devoted themselves to making their masters' dream come true.

What lies at the basis of the Einzbern factory and many discarded things is the purity of machines.
Imagine a doll that can speak to its owner, but only a few phrases.
"Hello," "Thank you," "I'm sorry," "Good night"—"I love you."
These reactions delight the buyer, but it's clear that they will soon be disappointed.

"No matter what I say, the doll can only say predetermined phrases. It just keeps repeating that tired old 'I love you.' "
Realizing that the love the doll speaks of is a false emotion, the buyer will likely discard it eventually.
But humans are the ones who see that as empty words and a manufactured fake.
Even if it doesn't have a "heart," even if it's only repeating the same words, there are no lies in the actions of machines.
They innocently carry out the task they were given.
"I love you."
Though abandoned, forgotten, and scorned as out-of-date dolls, they continue to carry out their mission, unchanged from the time they were designed.
Machines do not lose their worth when a newer model appears.
Their worth (life) ends when humans can no longer bear that purity.

Kotonoha said:
like 99% sure I have that "humanoid universe" bit wrong but i gave up. EGGS pm me for my paypal info
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Chapter Thirty-Two (Nasuverse)
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    Claudia's mother returned home after a few hours, and appeared utterly nonplussed at my presence. Her mind had been altered after all, as had Claudia's father, who would be returning later.

    "Claudia," her mother had a hand on her hip, her expression sour. "What are you doing dressed like that? Is that any way to dress in front of the Archmage of kindness and nice things?"

    I suppressed a snort, I suppressed it really hard. In my modest opinion the fact that the girl had decided to ask for a pretty silk dress similar to those of fairy tale princesses and ribbons to tie her hair with was simply adorable. Still, I hadn't altered her mother's fashion sense, and so obviously the fact both the dress and ribbons were eye-searingly gold had something to do with it.

    "Moooom," Claudia whined, looking up at her mother with a sad expression. I felt the wave of Black Mana pour out from within her frame and disperse harmlessly across the air, only for my left hand to spin lazy circles around in the air in between the two and summon a bouquet of flowers, hiding the cleansing effect of the spell itself behind them.

    "Now, now," I said with a smile, handing the bouquet over to Claudia's mother. "She asked to be made into a princess, who was I to say no?"

    The woman's eyes softened as her hands grabbed hold of the bouquet to smell the flowers' scent within. She sighed, and then neared her daughter with a small smile. "You should change back in your pajamas. What if you make your dress dirty, dear?" she said gently. "How's your cough? Has it passed?"

    "Uh-uh," Claudia said with a shaky nod. She scuttled off to her room to change, and while she did that, her mother neared to look at the bubbling pots and already half-finished dinner preparations.

    She took over half of the kitchen counter, and as I lingered about in wait for the broth to finish cooking, the woman finally spoke. "You're a blessing from God," she said. "Both my husband and I prayed so much—"

    "Your prayers have been answered," I acquiesced. I was as much of a blessing of God as I was his favorite scourge. The seven plagues all merged together in one beautiful package of death and devastation. Claudia returned a few minutes later wearing her pajamas, but with the orange ribbons still firmly keeping her hair tied. The Doge was wagging his tail happily, and as he rested his head on the girl's lap, Claudia began to pat the dog's head gently.

    It was that way that her father found us. He was the epitome of the priest, and quite honestly it made sense for him to be a priest considering the western sounding names. He didn't as much as stiffen at my appearance. Then again, I had altered his mind too. "Oh, the Archmage of kindness and nice things," he smiled as he said that. "How do you feel, Claudia? All better now?"

    "Yes dad!" Claudia beamed him a smile.

    It was as dinner reached the halfway point that I brought the argument forth.

    "I have studied Claudia's sickness in great detail," I said, "And I think I can cure it," I continued smoothly. "But she will have to be a brave girl and come with me for a while."

    "Oh, did you hear that, Claudia?" her mother said with a beaming smile, "The Archmage will heal you! It's wonderful news."

    Claudia grimaced. "Will it be like the hospital?" she asked, and I simply chuckled, shaking my head.

    "I am the Archmage of kindness and nice things," I said with a bright smile. "It will be like nothing you've ever seen before." My words didn't really work the miracle I expected, but she clearly was willing to extend me a modicum of trust. "Also, it won't take long. Just a few hours at most," I continued with a smile. "Think of it as a day trip, but you'll have to be brave, because your parents can't come."

    "They can't?" Claudia whispered.

    "We'll be praying for you, Claudia," her father said, "God saw fit to give us this challenge, and now he is answering our prayers. You deserve this," he smiled as he said that. "And the Archmage is here as God's messenger." He nodded as he extended a hand to clench his daughter's own. "You'll finally be able to go to school and make friends—"

    It was enough, and as dinner came to an end, I promised to return the next day to whisk her away into a land of kindness and nice things, into a realm of fantasy and cotton candy. I smiled wistfully as I stepped into the streets and began to walk away from the house itself. I could spend the night anywhere. I could theoretically spend it with anyone if I felt so inclined. In the end, I decided that since this was a period quite a bit behind the times, my best bet was to find a local sushi bar and spend the rest of the night in it.

    The place was clean, that much was sure, and as I sat down and made my orders the chef behind the counter had to actually write them down. I then patiently split the chopsticks and poured the soy sauce in the tiny ceramic container meant for the dipping. Some guys by my right were roaring drunk already, but they wouldn't cause any trouble tonight.

    As my orders were slowly fulfilled, and I munched quietly on the selected delicacies, a known face took a seat by my right.

    "You never struck me as the sushi bar type," Kischur said.

    "So speaks the old flea with a mantle on his back," I replied. "Have you any plans for this parallel world in particular?"

    "No, not really," Kischur answered. "But I do wonder what will happen to the child. Will she return?"

    "Probably not," I said. "Her fundamental nature was tainted by her sickness, and so her color's Black," I murmured before taking a sip of rice wine, "She is a danger to a world made of living beings, and I guess...it was because of her nature that you found her, isn't that right?"

    "I never felt much of a dislike upon first impact with another as I did with Brunestud," Kischur said, "But...the moment I arrived in this dimension I felt her presence, and so I knew I had to investigate it."

    "You had her leave her house?" I asked, only for Kischur to scoff and roll his eyes.

    "As if I'd need such crude methods. I'm not something that needs to be invited in order to step inside," he smiled at me, and then proceeded to swiftly steal a piece of cooked shrimp from my platter. "It's passable enough, I guess."

    "You guess? Why are you even eating that? Go suck someone dry, don't you know that stealing food from someone like me is a death sentence? You tired of being immortal?" I quipped while glaring at him.

    "I'll never grow tired of life, not like you, Tyrant," Kischur said. "I'll spend time with you until dawn, so tell me your best stories. Particularly those of girls who do magic by waving sticks around, they sound absolutely hilarious to hear."

    I sighed, and then began to talk.

    The night flies by fast...

    ...when you're planning to troll people not yet born.
     
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    • Just a note, but Zelretch actually has a hard time going to parallel worlds and this was subject to a lot discussion in the TM thread.

    Unless you decided to change that to fit MTG, I suppose.

    Also, I figured out how to work past the silly typographical constraints with Typography Layout

    He created it with:


    So if you don't want the entire thing, you can just do it yourself or completely ignore it.

    Oh, and this stuff doesn't work on your browser—if you intend to take advantage of this, you'll have to write it on something on your PC itself (Notepad and Word come to mind).

    EDIT: I figured out how to work past that—just turn on the language bar (which you can access after you have enabled another input method) and change it to the one with Russian text under the US keyboard (or your custom keyboard).
     
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    Chapter Thirty-Three (Shokugeki no Soma)
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    • Chapter Thirty-Three (Shokugeki no Soma)

    If there was one thing I had learned over countless centuries was that Phyrexia—or new Phyrexia—not having a single Planeswalker was definitely an act of God. I reckoned I could keep it that way by ensuring none of the Black Mana Planeswalkers ever decided to grow curious and have a peek at that Plane. Even as I justified it, it still wasn't something to grow complacent or even proud about.

    Those who would sell everything for power died as soon as I found them, not even bothering to set up a due process or demanding guarantees. Now they could be honorable and proper, but in a few decades? What if their morality decayed and they began to descend into depravity? Urza had been a stark example, and it was one example I did not wish to see repeated ever again.

    Of course, Claudia Hortensia was a sick little girl now. But what if she became a sick woman, and not in the medical term of the word? What if she decided that Phyrexia could make her stronger, or the Eldrazi could give her new insight in this or that thing? Even the best educated child could fall to temptation given an eternity in front of them. I had seen the depths of humanity's sick soul when given unlimited power, and I had quashed under my boot more than one seemingly once innocent Planeswalker. In the end, I had understood what the problem was and fixed it.

    Planeswalkers needed to be reminded of the bigger fish.

    They needed to be reminded of the existence of someone stronger, of someone more powerful, of someone who had everything and feared nothing—and they needed to be reminded of it long enough for them to understand that there would be punishment if they strayed from the path. Monsters like Jason, or Freddie Kruger did not get a tribunal, but then again, the tribunal, the judge and the jury were all the same person.

    I was the Tyrant after all.

    The one who rules over the rabble of pathetic simpering egoistic children who think they know better because suddenly they get to flaunt their powers upon their lesser.

    Laws were in place. They were few, but good.

    No Planeswalker shall die, lest by the hand of the Tyrant.

    No Planeswalker shall consort with Phyrexia.

    No Planeswalker shall consort with the Eldrazi.

    And then, foolishly, I had done my best to enforce them. Whole worlds had been crushed and devoured as the Hives of War marched upon them. I ruptured holes into the Blind Eternities to connect with sheer brutality two Planes together, causing cataclysms that extended across both, and then I ensured the message was delivered as far across as possible, leaving behind no doubt that I would come should a law be breached, and I would show no mercy, no matter the excuse.

    Humans could be replaced.

    A Spark could not.

    In a world where all men were born equal, we might have talks about how these rules belonged to only the most terrible of fascist dictatorships. I admitted that. I admitted that, and yet when your opponents kept on wishing to partake in the flesh of unborn children, then perhaps it's time to forget all about democracy and enforce a rule of talons and powerful magic.

    And it worked.

    For countless decades, it worked. I was wary at first, but as I saw silence descend in the Multiverse, as skirmishes and duels stopped happening, it became clear that the threat of being devoured whole by a legion of Sliver was working. Yet, nothing lasts forever, and when shows of strength are a distant memory, then mistakes are made again. Mistakes that need to be corrected swiftly and brutally, to ensure the lesson sticks around more the second time.

    A congress of Planeswalkers was held in Dominaria to prepare a plan to fight back, to reacquire their freedoms to rut, to savage, to reap and to do whatever they wanted to do without consequences. Unfortunately for them, they had waited too long to act, and if there was one thing that one should take great care never to do, it is to give a Sliver time to breed and expand and incorporate.

    Thinking back about it, if I had just let them kill each other, let them fight each other, let them consort with the Eldrazi, the Phyrexians and so forth then perhaps it wouldn't have come to this. Well, it would have been worse, what with the temporal rifts and the literal destruction of reality had someone not done something...and I had been that someone too.

    My hero complex had drastically reduced itself since then, but there were rifts that needed to be mended, and there were Planeswalkers who were troublesome.

    The solution was obvious as daylight.

    I snapped Dominaria out of existence, locking it in a newly crafted Shard. I then placed Zendikar in its place, because the Plane was the closest substitute I could find. It had been a balancing act of great delicacy, but it had worked, and thus...thus Phyrexia had struck at Zendikar, rather than at Dominaria.

    The Planeswalkers that hadn't been present in Dominaria did not, admittedly, approve of my methods. I, on the other hand, had no intention of apologizing for doing the right thing, but when children tantrum about a toy they have to share the best solution is to take it away from them, after all.

    Yet all of these thoughts left my mind as I smiled, my gaze softening up at Claudia munched on the cream parfait with a few vocal verses of pure bliss. Trattoria Aldini served quite the delicious desserts, and it would be remiss of me as the Archmage of Kindness and Nice Things to keep a young girl like Claudia away from her sweets. Her skin was already a healthier color, and while the color of her eyes hadn't changed, the fact she was livelier than before was a telling sign that everything was proceeding smoothly with the subtle alteration of her health.

    A Planeswalker, even a budding one, would have realized by now the changes to their bodies. Claudia was a child, a kid, and an easy tool to use and discard in the hands of people fighting for their home-Plane's continued existence.

    Thus, she needed to be protected from the real monsters.
     
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    • Wait, so Shade/Slivers are advancing, evolving, and spreading far and wide across Existence and shade is trying to bring some lawless barbarians to heel and impose civilization on them whether they want it or not.

    Is Shade just a personification of England?
     
    See, this is what happens when an oldwalker gets off their ass and says "Alright you little brats, grampa's bringing out his whippin switch!"
     
    I like this Shade.
    Honestly, most of the Planeswalker don't have enough common sense to fill a thimble.
    If I ended on Phyrexia, my reaction would be a quite literal "Fuck No!" And Walk away ten second before I arrived there.
     
    I'm hoping their meeting with Rito goes something like this

    Rito: so he's the only thing stopping us from killing each other, trying to mess with a mind altering super robot plague, and messing with eldritch abominations? Otherwise he leaves everyone else alone? I'm not seeing the problem here, honestly.

    Everyone else: but he's telling us what to doooo.

    Rito: now you're just sounding like kids
     
    So Shade is the closest thing to a leader to all Planeswalkers. He's a very hands off leader by laying down the law then letting everyone do their own thing as long as those things don't conflict with said laws.

    I like this Shade. He saw what needed to be done and did it, even though others began to view him as a monster.
     
    Tyran Vizoris said:
    So Shade is the closest thing to a leader to all Planeswalkers. He's a very hands off leader by laying down the law then letting everyone do their own thing as long as those things don't conflict with said laws.

    I like this Shade. He saw what needed to be done and did it, even though others began to view him as a monster.
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    He's more like the Baron Wulfenbach of Planeswalkers. He has only one rule: "Don't make me come over there!"
     
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    Tyran Vizoris said:
    So Shade is the closest thing to a leader to all Planeswalkers. He's a very hands off leader by laying down the law then letting everyone do their own thing as long as those things don't conflict with said laws.

    I like this Shade. He saw what needed to be done and did it, even though others began to view him as a monster.
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    I wouldn't call him a 'leader'. Being a leader means actually leading, and organizing them. Not being, you know, the actual cause of them organizing :V
     
    Why are planeswalker so lacking in common sense, I mean it's not that difficult for an old walker to just gather a huge number of them in one place and then trap and kill them there so why do they always tend to have a council or aliance, shouldn't they just chill and maybe not try to gain unlimited power. ,really they just seem like spoiled brats who want to do whatever they want whenever they want.Its like they have zero maturity.
     
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    vicent said:
    Why are planeswalker so lacking in common sense, I mean it's not that difficult for an old walker to just gather a huge number of them in one place and then trap and kill them there so why do they always tend to have a council or aliance, shouldn't they just chill and maybe not try to gain unlimited power. ,really they just seen like spoiled brats who want to do whatever they want whenever they want.Its like they have zero maturity.
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    Well that's what happens when you give a bunch of random idiots immense power. Remember Nissa being an elf Nazi? Or when John Connor decided shade was a bigger threat than a biomechanical plague AND cthulu?
     
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