- Location
- Elsewhere
Oooh, good name. Ver' Sly.
Knocking on Heaven's Door [MtG/Multicross/SI]
- Thread starter shadenight123
- Start date
- Crossover
Oooh, good name. Ver' Sly.
shadowace2400
Planeswalker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Texas
I like this plan. And it's not like these people aren't dying by the droves anyways.
- Location
- Ireland
jaiveer00
Siding With Thanos
- Location
- The Beginning and The End
Each sliver gets stronger the more there are, shade has billions!
Nervos Belli
Don't think this means you've won!
- Location
- Murica
It appears to be a card which buffs minions based on how many there are. And Shade has millions and millions of slivers.
Edit: Ninjaed
- Location
- Mountains and rivers
taped (?) to the tower of Babel.
I don't even know anymore.
had started to stare at
I was no god
I guess you could say Shade likes his creature comforts.
- Location
- Italy
And this is why the Sliver are feared as Plane destroying monsters.
But no biggie.
But no biggie.
Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
- Location
- Texas
So, how long until the plane explodes?
shadowace2400
Planeswalker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Texas
You know, the fact that ShadeWalker can access alternate universes of the same plane is probably telling of his overall power versus Bolas. Because if Bolas could have outright drained a few versions of a given plane of all its mana I have no doubt he would have. ShadeWalker can apparently travel to different versions of a given plane seamlessly, with a brand new walker. He does this without exiting the plane itself, while apparently leaving slivers in his wake to keep an eye out, without them going out of control. He's also apparently capable of hiding an entire plane from the eyes of many various old walkers, with any that accidentally wandering in getting psionically slivered to want to leave. Apparently capable of taking on many various oldwalkers at once, to hold the title of strongest of them so that he can enforce his laws.
Alphaleph
The Firstiest of First
Nah, I would say it's because they were operating on different rules.
Multiple iterations of a plane in an infinite Multiverse is something only fanfiction writers would do. For actually published group to attempt that is both a headache and asking for trouble from pretty much everything else.
So it's not really that he can't, but it's a matter that showing him able doing so is just more trouble than its worth.
Also consider what Shade said to Fuuka. That ability is standard parcel for the Walkers here.
Multiple iterations of a plane in an infinite Multiverse is something only fanfiction writers would do. For actually published group to attempt that is both a headache and asking for trouble from pretty much everything else.
So it's not really that he can't, but it's a matter that showing him able doing so is just more trouble than its worth.
Also consider what Shade said to Fuuka. That ability is standard parcel for the Walkers here.
Morphic Tide
Crazy Brainstormer, Munchkin and Wannabe Min-Maxer
- Location
- MI, USA
Well, if you keep the number of seemingly-identical planes interacted with low, and make it clear that there are noticeable differences, then it is manageable. Granted, the timeline explanation is indescribably less headache inducing than using multiple near-identical planes.
troyamonga
Caffeine Dependent Hero
- Location
- United States
I still think the Fuuka situation is going to come back to bite Shadewalker in the ass.
Also, it is now my headcanon that Shadewalker is responsible for all the other SI stories he's written.
Just imagine it: Sorin, Bolas, and Shade sitting in a bar drinking booze, and a very drunk Shade blabbers "So I made myself King of Gallia, once."
Bolas would snort. "I'm a god on Amonkhet. Try and top that."
All the while Sorin would be fiddling with his newest way to stave off boredom, a fanged stone mask.
Also, it is now my headcanon that Shadewalker is responsible for all the other SI stories he's written.
Just imagine it: Sorin, Bolas, and Shade sitting in a bar drinking booze, and a very drunk Shade blabbers "So I made myself King of Gallia, once."
Bolas would snort. "I'm a god on Amonkhet. Try and top that."
All the while Sorin would be fiddling with his newest way to stave off boredom, a fanged stone mask.
Morphic Tide
Crazy Brainstormer, Munchkin and Wannabe Min-Maxer
- Location
- MI, USA
Magnificent Bastards unite? Also, Sorin making a/the first JJBA Stone Mask is entirely possible, given that he's the son of the guy who made Innistrad's version of Vampires.
Chapter Thirty-Six (Is it Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?)
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Thirty-Six (Is it Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?)
The Skep's reinforced walls came under attack half an hour later from behind, but no amount of strength could crack them. Only a Planeswalker could damage them, only someone truly versed in the arts of Red Mana could incinerate a path through the thick reinforced walls made in equal part of rock, of magic and of Slivers fossilized into their very depths. I did not need to fear from behind, and I did not worry about the front.
Talons ruptured the thick skin of wolves, and the monstrous rabbit-like enemies did not last more than a single hop. Blood drenched the ground as I advanced, the tide of Slivers pulsing as it swarmed into the crevices and the tunnels, tentacles draining the ground of energy as other Slivers' with their gem-studded hides crooned peacefully near them. Sparks of Mana flew in the air and struck my back, from which tentacles ruptured to easily acquire the transferred energy.
My throat hummed pleasantly as the advanced reached for the lower levels, Slivers crawling down the vents that lead to the depths of the dungeon unimpeded. It was night in the dungeon, and so there wouldn't be many adventurers in the middle levels. Yet as my forward scouts reported the situation on the lower levels back to me, I sighed, and shook my head. The Goliath had already spawned, and currently was being battled by a small group of people.
It was Hestia's team, the one she was a part of and that had probably headed into the dungeon while I had been busy drinking Mia Grand under the table. They were inconsequential. It didn't matter if they had a few Level Four adventurers. For what their rankings could signify to me, I was a Level Infinite.
The Wall of Sorrow, as it was called, was a massive crystal wall from which the Goliath would spawn once every two week. The moment I laid eyes on it, and on the Goliath's bruised and battered body, the Wall began to crack menacingly. I began to walk forward, my eyes glancing just a tiny bit towards the figure of Hermes, the tall God turning to look at me, and his orange eyes narrowing only so slightly before a smile settled on his lips.
I passed him by as the Wall of Sorrow emitted one last bellowing snap, and from its confines, a dozen Goliaths' emerged. Ryuu Lion, the blond-haired and blue eyed elf who for her revenge had murdered countless others realized immediately that something was wrong, and her green cloak fluttered in the wind so quietly that only my ears could hear its sound before she reappeared a fair distance away from the collapsing wall. She did so with grace and style, since she was Waifu material, so who cared about the blood dropping from her fingers? Sometimes, I wondered if being a Waifu meant that the Geneva convention didn't apply to you.
Asfi was the second one to realize something was wrong, perhaps only of half a nanosecond later than Ryuu, but the bespectacled aqua-haired and cyan-eyed princess had the decency to warn the other adventurers, who had already begun to beat a hasty retreat of sorts. Well, more like a paralyzed in terror realization of sorts. They were Level Two, and yet perhaps because their levels were low, they understood all too well what it meant to be the weakling in a fight.
The Goliaths lumbering forms drew near with their massive dark frames, but as all of them couldn't hit the same spot, some stood behind ready to intercept any movement to avoid the blows.
I did not avoid the blows.
I reckoned the effect, in the eyes of the witnesses, was similar to seeing someone punch a shredding machine. The unlucky Goliath who would have hit first didn't just lose his fist, but most of his arm as teeth and talons shredded the skin, the muscle and the bone, devouring everything on their path to the shoulder. If a second Goliath hadn't thrown him away, he would have lost his head swiftly.
As it was, the heroic Goliath number two did lose his head, which neatly landed on the ground with a thundering crash, cracking apart as tendrils of Sliver hatchlings began to fester and rupture out of the dead corpse.
From the bubbling flesh of the beheaded behemoth Slivers pulsing with egg-filled bellies crooned and sang, their task similar to the unholy union of the most mind-breaking of creatures. The mind-devouring insects of Starship Troopers bred together with the lethal abilities of the Mummy's flesh-eating scarabs, tied with the humble Spiders' egg-producing skills. They were a spectacle to behold. Well, they also were somewhat terrifying for the non-discerning eye who couldn't appreciate their beauty, but I did appreciate them.
They were my beautiful Slivers, and they would increase tenfold the numbers of the Hive.
They simply needed to eat.
A third Goliath screamed hoarsely as he tried to stomp one of my babies, only for long worm-like pincers to grab his foot and chop it off, the spraying of blood not even reaching the ground as countless tongues cleaned the droplets before they could as much as reach the rock floor.
A Sarlacc merged with the worms of Dune was terrifying, but adding to them the humble ragworm made them...interesting, to say the least.
The thick skin of the Goliath was nothing but butter, and I could sense the displeasure of the upper echelons of the Hive, most noticeably myself, me and I, at the thought that there would be nothing to learn from these upper levels.
"It is the eighteenth floor," I grumbled as I felt the rest of the swarm reach into the large cavern, their traits and frames soon morphing and merging together with those that were already fighting the Goliaths. If before it hadn't even been a fight, now it wasn't even worthy of being called a scuffle.
"I'll give you a friendly suggestion," I said as my eyes moved to where the group of adventurers was now surrounded on all sides by my Slivers. "If you don't hurt my babies, I won't devour your intestines while forcing you to watch."
Hermes smiled in turn, "That is...quite the friendly proposition!" the messenger of the Gods kept his smile up, even as most of the Slivers began to move forward, headed for the passage to the eighteenth floor. "We'd really like to keep our intestines."
I exhaled, scratching the back of my head. "Mah, I wonder." I glanced towards Ryuu, "I guess some of you are going to try to fight the inevitable, so I should perhaps say this now and get it out in the air while we're still in friendly terms." I smiled. "I'm going to destroy the Dungeon and every single living monster within it. Kindly steer clear of me and mine and you'll be allowed to leave once I'm done."
"Nobody ever succeeded," Asfi spoke firmly.
I shrugged. "I'm not nobody," I said. "I'm...let's see," I tapped my chin. "Ah, I'm the God of the Gods of Gods," I raised my right hand, making a thumb-up gesture. "I'm a Cubic God!"
I received only flat stares in reply. "Tough crowd," I slumped my shoulders, shaking my head. "Oh well, doesn't matter. Say, any of you have seen Bell Cranel anyway?" I asked next.
"Who?" Hermes asked nonchalantly, making a big show of blinking his eyes and expressing genuine surprise. The rest of the group understood the implicit signal of Don't tell him anything, but I was simply toying with them. Gaining time for Bell to have his final goodbyes perhaps.
"White haired, red-eyed, kind-of looks like a rabbit," I continued. "You see, I'm really sorry to say this, but I've got to kill the kid. I've got to kill the kid and eat the kid." I shook my head. "Man, I hope he'll be tender."
"That sort of thing—" Asfi's voice actually had a bit of a queasy tone to it.
"You're a Xenos," Hermes' said, his eyes taking on a slightly harsher glint.
"I am honestly surprised that there exists in this universe a term that means precisely the same and yet at the same time something completely different from another universe," I replied pointedly, before patting my chest, "But you hurt me by calling me a stranger, Hermes! I am not just any stranger, I am the Stranger Danger type! And yeah, unfortunately I'm here to suck this dungeon dry, kill Bell and then, who knows, perhaps I'll eat a couple of Gods too if they annoy me."
I watched impassively as Ryuu Leon rushed forth like the wind, nimbly jumping past the Slivers who stood around them, her foot catching hold of the back of one of them to propel herself forward. A Sliver rushed to bar her path, one of her short swords by her belt leaving the sheathe seemingly unseen as it struck my beautiful mass of tentacles and talons in the neck. It would have been a lethal spot, had Slivers any anatomy that couldn't shift at will.
She proceeded to bat him away with the flat side of her longer blade, the distance between us shortening until I could see her face. And just as I saw her face, I saw her eyes widen in disbelief as the crunching sound of a blade, a flawless, perfect, perhaps even magical blade, did not even pierce my hide as much as shatter into countless grains against it.
Ryuu looked down at the hilt of her blade, all that remained of it, and I gingerly patted her left shoulder.
"Nice try," I whispered to her ear.
"Ryuu!" Asfi yelled, only for my right hand to gently pat the elf girl on the chest. She flew backwards with blinding speed, her shock visible on her face as she was thrown off like a leaf in the wind.
"Understand the depths of our difference," I drawled as I watched her crash against the tattered remains of the Wall of Sorrow, what little of it still remained after the magic in the air had been sucked dry. "And learn your place as an ant on the ground."
The next second, Hermes' boots planted themselves deeply on my back, the feeling of countless infinite weight making me momentarily spend effort to actually hold him back. My right hand morphed into a vicious multi-articulated claw that struck right behind me, but Hermes was gone faster than the wind, his boots shining with golden wings behind his calves.
"I don't know how, or why," Hermes said quite gingerly, a smile on his face. "But if the Dungeon's devoid of magic, then it won't notice what I'm about to do."
"Lord Hermes?" Asfi mouthed, "The use of Arcanum—"
Hermes sighed, a golden rod materializing from thin air. "I suppose I will have to head to Heaven afterwards," he groaned. "Nothing but work up there but if that thing goes beyond this spot...then it will spell a lot of trouble," he valiantly tapped his hat, and a cloak made of fine wool covered his body. "I'll open you a path, take it and run," and as he said that, he swung his golden rod forth, the Slivers between the path of his rod and the passage below evaporating into thin grains of sand.
They weren't actually evaporating as much as aging beyond the point where their flesh and regeneration could restore them.
I stared at Hermes thoughtfully.
"It's been a while since I last killed a God," I said, cracking my claws as scythes and fangs began to grow out of my body.
I smiled.
"Let's see if you'll taste as delicious."
The Skep's reinforced walls came under attack half an hour later from behind, but no amount of strength could crack them. Only a Planeswalker could damage them, only someone truly versed in the arts of Red Mana could incinerate a path through the thick reinforced walls made in equal part of rock, of magic and of Slivers fossilized into their very depths. I did not need to fear from behind, and I did not worry about the front.
Talons ruptured the thick skin of wolves, and the monstrous rabbit-like enemies did not last more than a single hop. Blood drenched the ground as I advanced, the tide of Slivers pulsing as it swarmed into the crevices and the tunnels, tentacles draining the ground of energy as other Slivers' with their gem-studded hides crooned peacefully near them. Sparks of Mana flew in the air and struck my back, from which tentacles ruptured to easily acquire the transferred energy.
My throat hummed pleasantly as the advanced reached for the lower levels, Slivers crawling down the vents that lead to the depths of the dungeon unimpeded. It was night in the dungeon, and so there wouldn't be many adventurers in the middle levels. Yet as my forward scouts reported the situation on the lower levels back to me, I sighed, and shook my head. The Goliath had already spawned, and currently was being battled by a small group of people.
It was Hestia's team, the one she was a part of and that had probably headed into the dungeon while I had been busy drinking Mia Grand under the table. They were inconsequential. It didn't matter if they had a few Level Four adventurers. For what their rankings could signify to me, I was a Level Infinite.
The Wall of Sorrow, as it was called, was a massive crystal wall from which the Goliath would spawn once every two week. The moment I laid eyes on it, and on the Goliath's bruised and battered body, the Wall began to crack menacingly. I began to walk forward, my eyes glancing just a tiny bit towards the figure of Hermes, the tall God turning to look at me, and his orange eyes narrowing only so slightly before a smile settled on his lips.
I passed him by as the Wall of Sorrow emitted one last bellowing snap, and from its confines, a dozen Goliaths' emerged. Ryuu Lion, the blond-haired and blue eyed elf who for her revenge had murdered countless others realized immediately that something was wrong, and her green cloak fluttered in the wind so quietly that only my ears could hear its sound before she reappeared a fair distance away from the collapsing wall. She did so with grace and style, since she was Waifu material, so who cared about the blood dropping from her fingers? Sometimes, I wondered if being a Waifu meant that the Geneva convention didn't apply to you.
Asfi was the second one to realize something was wrong, perhaps only of half a nanosecond later than Ryuu, but the bespectacled aqua-haired and cyan-eyed princess had the decency to warn the other adventurers, who had already begun to beat a hasty retreat of sorts. Well, more like a paralyzed in terror realization of sorts. They were Level Two, and yet perhaps because their levels were low, they understood all too well what it meant to be the weakling in a fight.
The Goliaths lumbering forms drew near with their massive dark frames, but as all of them couldn't hit the same spot, some stood behind ready to intercept any movement to avoid the blows.
I did not avoid the blows.
I reckoned the effect, in the eyes of the witnesses, was similar to seeing someone punch a shredding machine. The unlucky Goliath who would have hit first didn't just lose his fist, but most of his arm as teeth and talons shredded the skin, the muscle and the bone, devouring everything on their path to the shoulder. If a second Goliath hadn't thrown him away, he would have lost his head swiftly.
As it was, the heroic Goliath number two did lose his head, which neatly landed on the ground with a thundering crash, cracking apart as tendrils of Sliver hatchlings began to fester and rupture out of the dead corpse.
From the bubbling flesh of the beheaded behemoth Slivers pulsing with egg-filled bellies crooned and sang, their task similar to the unholy union of the most mind-breaking of creatures. The mind-devouring insects of Starship Troopers bred together with the lethal abilities of the Mummy's flesh-eating scarabs, tied with the humble Spiders' egg-producing skills. They were a spectacle to behold. Well, they also were somewhat terrifying for the non-discerning eye who couldn't appreciate their beauty, but I did appreciate them.
They were my beautiful Slivers, and they would increase tenfold the numbers of the Hive.
They simply needed to eat.
A third Goliath screamed hoarsely as he tried to stomp one of my babies, only for long worm-like pincers to grab his foot and chop it off, the spraying of blood not even reaching the ground as countless tongues cleaned the droplets before they could as much as reach the rock floor.
A Sarlacc merged with the worms of Dune was terrifying, but adding to them the humble ragworm made them...interesting, to say the least.
The thick skin of the Goliath was nothing but butter, and I could sense the displeasure of the upper echelons of the Hive, most noticeably myself, me and I, at the thought that there would be nothing to learn from these upper levels.
"It is the eighteenth floor," I grumbled as I felt the rest of the swarm reach into the large cavern, their traits and frames soon morphing and merging together with those that were already fighting the Goliaths. If before it hadn't even been a fight, now it wasn't even worthy of being called a scuffle.
"I'll give you a friendly suggestion," I said as my eyes moved to where the group of adventurers was now surrounded on all sides by my Slivers. "If you don't hurt my babies, I won't devour your intestines while forcing you to watch."
Hermes smiled in turn, "That is...quite the friendly proposition!" the messenger of the Gods kept his smile up, even as most of the Slivers began to move forward, headed for the passage to the eighteenth floor. "We'd really like to keep our intestines."
I exhaled, scratching the back of my head. "Mah, I wonder." I glanced towards Ryuu, "I guess some of you are going to try to fight the inevitable, so I should perhaps say this now and get it out in the air while we're still in friendly terms." I smiled. "I'm going to destroy the Dungeon and every single living monster within it. Kindly steer clear of me and mine and you'll be allowed to leave once I'm done."
"Nobody ever succeeded," Asfi spoke firmly.
I shrugged. "I'm not nobody," I said. "I'm...let's see," I tapped my chin. "Ah, I'm the God of the Gods of Gods," I raised my right hand, making a thumb-up gesture. "I'm a Cubic God!"
I received only flat stares in reply. "Tough crowd," I slumped my shoulders, shaking my head. "Oh well, doesn't matter. Say, any of you have seen Bell Cranel anyway?" I asked next.
"Who?" Hermes asked nonchalantly, making a big show of blinking his eyes and expressing genuine surprise. The rest of the group understood the implicit signal of Don't tell him anything, but I was simply toying with them. Gaining time for Bell to have his final goodbyes perhaps.
"White haired, red-eyed, kind-of looks like a rabbit," I continued. "You see, I'm really sorry to say this, but I've got to kill the kid. I've got to kill the kid and eat the kid." I shook my head. "Man, I hope he'll be tender."
"That sort of thing—" Asfi's voice actually had a bit of a queasy tone to it.
"You're a Xenos," Hermes' said, his eyes taking on a slightly harsher glint.
"I am honestly surprised that there exists in this universe a term that means precisely the same and yet at the same time something completely different from another universe," I replied pointedly, before patting my chest, "But you hurt me by calling me a stranger, Hermes! I am not just any stranger, I am the Stranger Danger type! And yeah, unfortunately I'm here to suck this dungeon dry, kill Bell and then, who knows, perhaps I'll eat a couple of Gods too if they annoy me."
I watched impassively as Ryuu Leon rushed forth like the wind, nimbly jumping past the Slivers who stood around them, her foot catching hold of the back of one of them to propel herself forward. A Sliver rushed to bar her path, one of her short swords by her belt leaving the sheathe seemingly unseen as it struck my beautiful mass of tentacles and talons in the neck. It would have been a lethal spot, had Slivers any anatomy that couldn't shift at will.
She proceeded to bat him away with the flat side of her longer blade, the distance between us shortening until I could see her face. And just as I saw her face, I saw her eyes widen in disbelief as the crunching sound of a blade, a flawless, perfect, perhaps even magical blade, did not even pierce my hide as much as shatter into countless grains against it.
Ryuu looked down at the hilt of her blade, all that remained of it, and I gingerly patted her left shoulder.
"Nice try," I whispered to her ear.
"Ryuu!" Asfi yelled, only for my right hand to gently pat the elf girl on the chest. She flew backwards with blinding speed, her shock visible on her face as she was thrown off like a leaf in the wind.
"Understand the depths of our difference," I drawled as I watched her crash against the tattered remains of the Wall of Sorrow, what little of it still remained after the magic in the air had been sucked dry. "And learn your place as an ant on the ground."
The next second, Hermes' boots planted themselves deeply on my back, the feeling of countless infinite weight making me momentarily spend effort to actually hold him back. My right hand morphed into a vicious multi-articulated claw that struck right behind me, but Hermes was gone faster than the wind, his boots shining with golden wings behind his calves.
"I don't know how, or why," Hermes said quite gingerly, a smile on his face. "But if the Dungeon's devoid of magic, then it won't notice what I'm about to do."
"Lord Hermes?" Asfi mouthed, "The use of Arcanum—"
Hermes sighed, a golden rod materializing from thin air. "I suppose I will have to head to Heaven afterwards," he groaned. "Nothing but work up there but if that thing goes beyond this spot...then it will spell a lot of trouble," he valiantly tapped his hat, and a cloak made of fine wool covered his body. "I'll open you a path, take it and run," and as he said that, he swung his golden rod forth, the Slivers between the path of his rod and the passage below evaporating into thin grains of sand.
They weren't actually evaporating as much as aging beyond the point where their flesh and regeneration could restore them.
I stared at Hermes thoughtfully.
"It's been a while since I last killed a God," I said, cracking my claws as scythes and fangs began to grow out of my body.
I smiled.
"Let's see if you'll taste as delicious."
Mockingly-Tricky
Ketchup Enthusiast
- Location
- Happy Funtime Candyland
HOHOHOHO!
BEWARE THE GOD-SLAYER!
That last line was pure gold Shade!
BEWARE THE GOD-SLAYER!
That last line was pure gold Shade!
Mockingly-Tricky
Ketchup Enthusiast
- Location
- Happy Funtime Candyland
On the other hand, this is where Bell's protagonist ability of "everyone I know is willing to die for me" kicks in. Because Bell is a precious cinnamon bun that must be protected at all costs.
- Location
- Home
On the other hand, this is where Bell's protagonist ability of "everyone I know is willing to die for me" kicks in. Because Bell is a precious cinnamon bun that must be protected at all costs.
Lets hope he also tastes like one ;D
- Location
- London, England
Mockingly-Tricky
Ketchup Enthusiast
- Location
- Happy Funtime Candyland
*squeals* SHADE-SENPAI!!! Notice me!
Well, we knew he was an asshole for a while; he's just gotten to the point of being a pretty mellow asshole, barring one or two small buttons.
cupcakeviolater
Verified Cupcake
- Location
- USA
The real question is why Shade feels the need to kill Bell. Up until now he's been pretty chill. And the other question is why he feels the need to advertise that he's going to kill Bell.
Baughn
Healing-type writer
- Location
- Dublin
Well, yes, but when you're writing a villain protagonist there's a trick to it. They need to remain awesome enough that, despite their evil, the readers will suspend their moral disbelief and go along with the story.
That gets harder the eviler the protagonist is, so deliberately making them pointlessly kick the dog isn't always the best idea. Unless they're so over-the-top evil that the readers stop taking it seriously at all, but Shade isn't there yet.
What I'm trying to say is, commenting on the probable taste of gods? Possibly not the best possible plan.
There's a pretty good chance that he doesn't mean anything of what he saying, though, so I'll go along for now.
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