She destroyed her memories entirely. So she technically killed a planeswalker. Herself. Breaking Shade's law.
Knocking on Heaven's Door [MtG/Multicross/SI]
- Thread starter shadenight123
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- Elsewhere
Eh, you go with your interpretation, I'll stick with mine.
Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
- Location
- Texas
Well.
Nice knowing y'all.
Nice knowing y'all.
jaiveer00
Siding With Thanos
- Location
- The Beginning and The End
troyamonga
Caffeine Dependent Hero
- Location
- United States
She pressed rewind on her memories, and... oh, I got beaten to it :/
With shade being so afraid of the boogies, one wonders why he just doesn't collapse the plane.
At this point he must have more mana available then they can produce at one time.
Yawgs dead. The praetor aren't planeswalkers and are not subject to the same protections. Hell the vensers plans aren't finished or they would be everywhere.
There has to be sufficient reason.
At this point he must have more mana available then they can produce at one time.
Yawgs dead. The praetor aren't planeswalkers and are not subject to the same protections. Hell the vensers plans aren't finished or they would be everywhere.
There has to be sufficient reason.
Alphaleph
The Firstiest of First
No he didn't.
Bolas unleashing the Eldrazi from their seal is a Post-Mending scheme and the Eldrazu has been around even before then.
The oil is very very hard to purge.
You destroy the plane, now, how are you sure that a drop hasn't got splattered away?
Also, the Eldrazi existence are apparently important for the Multiverse for some reason.
I guess I should have been treating this as the AU it is, but OTL the Eldrazi were safely locked away when Sarkhan Vol was sent by Bolas to awaken them. Oh yeah, and Tezzeret was working with New Phyrexians... I guess Bolas is just playing Tyrant like a pawn like he does everybody if that happened this time around too.
Alphaleph
The Firstiest of First
He's still responsbile for a great many crimes, but here, consorting with the Phyrexian and Eldrazi is not one them.
....
We've got no prove otherwise... yet, at least.
Do you know what OTL even means? You haven't said anything new then your last reply.
But he has so many possible soul bomb components available. Hell one planeswalker soul pretty much wrecked the original Phyrexia.....all the ones shade has could probably planar collapse any plane Phyrexians are on
Alphaleph
The Firstiest of First
Do you know when on the OTL Bolas did that?
Post-Mending.
Which doesn't happen here.
And arguably, the reason he unleashed them was so he could regain what he lost due to the Mending.
And a drop of oil still dripped away from that still.
Besides, he's using Zendikar as the 'center' in substitute for Dominaria, destroying it is a lot more pain in the ass work compared to all the other planes.
Also, may cause Emrakul to wander off.
shadowace2400
Planeswalker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Texas
I thought that the drop was from Karn stopping by Myrradin to check up on it? So it was more it hitched a ride on him than it surviving the blind eternities.
The fact that Nissa is ALIVE means that "The mending" never happened when it originally took place. You realize that only five planeswalkers that are currently alive were around pre-mending, right? Liliana, Bolas, Sorin, Ugin, and Nahiri (and Karn, but that's a different story entirely). This is WoG. The fact that Nissa is alive means the timeline has already caught up to the point where Bolas would have sent a planeswalker to investigate if the events happened the same.
I don't understand why he doesn't just defeat the Eldrazi and the Phyrexians. These are pre-mending planeswalkers and right now Tyrant is displaying more power than Yawgmoth ever did, for example, and the Phyrexians EVEN NOW are not as strong as they were under Yawgmoth's power.
I hope more information gets revealed about how powerful the Eldrazi and Phyrexians are because at it is, to people who are familiar with MtG, Tyrant just looks like an asshole for no good reason.
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Alphaleph
The Firstiest of First
Survivors are the sure way to end up in a plane. The rest would fuel paranoia.
The fact that all the Planeswalker still have the Oldwalkers powerset means there's no such thing as 'Mending.'
And Shade moved Zendikar even before the Eldrazi was lured there to be sealed.
So 'events' definitely did not happen the same.
Hey, he main Sliver, he's already an asshole for no good reason.
HAHAAHAHHey, he main Sliver, he's already an asshole for no good reason.
This we can agree on.
Jerry Finch
Stupid but lucky.
- Location
- Slightly closer than you would be comfortable with
So what if part of the reason he's left Phyrexia intact is so that it plays the part of counterweight to the Eldrazi? It's something that occurred to me, and granted I haven't been active in MTG in years but I was under the impression that Phyrexia and the Eldrazi are on opposite sides of the spectrum and hate each other. If he's keeping Phyrexia intact so it keeps the Eldrazi in check, he's created a kind of balancing act in which both sides are stuck eating each other. Of course, that would be wholly reliant on a few factors, the first being him keeping Phyrexia stuck in the Zendikar plane, which limits their ability to overwhelm the Eldrazi with numbers and/or reinforcements from other planes. Another factor would be him needing to keep the Eldrazi in Zendikar so that they have to keep their focus on Phyrexia. In both situations the two defining factors are that they can't leave and that they're forced into conflict because of the first fact so...
Yeah, Nadia? What the fuck? Well, not really. I can see the logic here, but, and this is the big one, I realize that while Shade understands how subtle and corruptive Phyrexia and the Eldrazi can be, I don't think Nadia did. It's pretty clear somewhere along the line she thought, "Well, he says it's bad, but it can't REALLY be that bad. Not bad enough to warrant letting all these people suffer!" when really, yes, it was that bad and somewhere deep in space the New Nautilus is probably turning into some kind of floating Hellverse that would make 40k Chaos jealous.
You know, I remember making a post a while back about the "Resistance" and how short sighted it really was, and this is just one more example of leaping before thinking. Good job Nadia. Well done.
Yeah, Nadia? What the fuck? Well, not really. I can see the logic here, but, and this is the big one, I realize that while Shade understands how subtle and corruptive Phyrexia and the Eldrazi can be, I don't think Nadia did. It's pretty clear somewhere along the line she thought, "Well, he says it's bad, but it can't REALLY be that bad. Not bad enough to warrant letting all these people suffer!" when really, yes, it was that bad and somewhere deep in space the New Nautilus is probably turning into some kind of floating Hellverse that would make 40k Chaos jealous.
You know, I remember making a post a while back about the "Resistance" and how short sighted it really was, and this is just one more example of leaping before thinking. Good job Nadia. Well done.
VentusAerius
Also Known As 'Altsen'
- Location
- Eastern US
The moments before Nadia wiped her own memories, Shade was talking about exterminating the Zendikar survivors and the planes they're currently in.
He was likely about to read Nadia's memories to find which planes to burn.
Seeing as her last words revealed her true intentions, it seems that Nadia erased her memories to hide the survivors from Shade.
Rather than considering the actual consequences, she pretty much burned her bridges in a spectacular manner.
- Location
- Poland
For someone who can use blue mana Nadia is surprisingly bad at math.
By "saving" the people in a way that we presume will spread the corruption she saved exactly 0 people. Maybe extended their lifespan a tiny bit.
Then there are the people that the corruption will kill. Now we're entering negative numbers of saved people.
Well it wouldn't be so bad if she just coughed up the location of the ship. Shade will fix that right up! Welp. She just erased her memory of that. Wtf?
Each of those actions killed at least some people. Each one probably more than the last.
That's the opposite of saving anyone.
By "saving" the people in a way that we presume will spread the corruption she saved exactly 0 people. Maybe extended their lifespan a tiny bit.
Then there are the people that the corruption will kill. Now we're entering negative numbers of saved people.
Well it wouldn't be so bad if she just coughed up the location of the ship. Shade will fix that right up! Welp. She just erased her memory of that. Wtf?
Each of those actions killed at least some people. Each one probably more than the last.
That's the opposite of saving anyone.
Mockingly-Tricky
Ketchup Enthusiast
- Location
- Happy Funtime Candyland
I feel like I've seen this before......
Oh right! This feel just like those pages of rants against Isabella in Noblesse Obligeshadetm.
Chill people.
*me: let's get people to calm down in the comments.*
*inner me: Fuck that! Anarchy everywhere! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRO-grrk-*
*gets Emperor'ed*
Oh right! This feel just like those pages of rants against Isabella in Noblesse Obligeshadetm.
Chill people.
*me: let's get people to calm down in the comments.*
*inner me: Fuck that! Anarchy everywhere! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRO-grrk-*
*gets Emperor'ed*
...what the fuck?
does she just not understand the concept of quarantine?
I mean, I completely understand the feeling of wanting to save people from the horribleness of the Black Oil and Void-Squids (fuck looking up how to spell them), but its completely fucking useless if you don't scan them down to the very depths of their souls to ensure no nastiness gets out.
That she destroyed her memories says she didn't do that, and is therefore FUCKING STUPID.
Shade, I really hope you locked away her ability to get out of her home plane, because as noted before, she removed her memories of the ship, and any lessons she might have learned while in that conversation, so she is going to do this shit all over again if she gets the chance.
does she just not understand the concept of quarantine?
I mean, I completely understand the feeling of wanting to save people from the horribleness of the Black Oil and Void-Squids (fuck looking up how to spell them), but its completely fucking useless if you don't scan them down to the very depths of their souls to ensure no nastiness gets out.
That she destroyed her memories says she didn't do that, and is therefore FUCKING STUPID.
Shade, I really hope you locked away her ability to get out of her home plane, because as noted before, she removed her memories of the ship, and any lessons she might have learned while in that conversation, so she is going to do this shit all over again if she gets the chance.
- Location
- Ireland
Yes! Someone else who gets it!
I was getting awful confused with people saying that Nadia had totally wiped her memory to avoid consequence when it is pretty obvious that she is doing so to erase the current position of the 'New Nautilis' and "protect" it's New inhabitants.
troyamonga
Caffeine Dependent Hero
- Location
- United States
God, this is starting to remind me of my time as Chief Medical Officer in Space Station 13.
No matter how hard I try to quarantine brainrot, those morons just keep infecting each other.
I feel your pain, Shadewalker. I feel your pain.
Chapter Fifty-Five (????)
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Chapter Fifty-Five (????)
Nicol Bolas had many titles. God Pharaoh was his favorite, but not the one he preferred the most. Out of all of his desires, the one of having someone considered the strongest call him Master was his most cherished, and the screams that his touch would deliver to a mortal the sweetest of symphonies to his ears. He stood under the harsh suns he had crafted to keep his back warm and his eyes smoldered with desire and greed. He had been the triumphant brother, the conqueror of the war of the Elder Dragons, and he had known no rival, faced no threat, and had been defied by none but those he himself had grown up for the task.
Admittedly, his hatred for the Umezawa bloodline still ran deep, but even so, his hatred had found a new direction soon afterwards.
"You come seeking the the location of those people of Zendikar that escaped your attention," Nicol spoke, amusement in his voice, "Were my words not crystal? Keep the weak in check with might, remind them of your might constantly, or things like arrogance and pride might befall them."
"I thought only the mad would stand against me," I answered as I slowly stood back up, "Only the mad, and the fools, but instead even those close to me have fallen," I took a small breath, "Or have they been engineered to fall, Nicol?" I looked up at him. "You did see that question coming, did you not?"
Nicol lowered his head slowly, his eyes burning with bright flames as his breath turned the cracked glass below us into molten, hot lava. The heat didn't disturb me, and as his large maw came an arm's length away from me, he smiled, showing his many teeth.
"There is no trust between teacher and student," Nicol said, "How it saddens my heart."
"You have no heart," I pointed out smoothly. "Not answering is an answer by itself."
Nicol clicked his tongue against his teeth, and the mere act sent ripples across the molten crimson sand. His head slowly rose once more, "I could have," he said in the end. "An accident here, a threat there, a pawn with pawns elsewhere...but why would I do that?" he laughed loudly, his claws gripping upon the gold encrusted pyramids and breaking them under his strength. "Toppling you serves no purpose, if not to weaken myself. The Shard of Dominaria...how is the Plane now?"
"Nothing but a massive rift," I replied quite calmly, "the Sliver's exponential growth is enough to withstand the continuous pressure increase within the Shard, but it has already gone past the point where anyone other than me, or perhaps you, may hold it at bay."
Nicol Bolas' throat thrummed. "Perhaps then it is not I you should seek out as the culprit," he emitted a single snort, "Do not deny that was your purpose in coming here, but as always, you are quick to act and slow to think," he glanced upwards, to the suns up in the sky. "Your culprit knows of Dominaria's condition. The very ones who tried to save it might be the ones wishing for an end to this stalemate."
I crossed my arms in front of my chest, "Did we not kill them?" I looked up at him, "Or has a rift opened elsewhere in the Multiverse?"
"Not even the bodies remained of those that defied our combined might, but both birth and death are reversible," Nicol answered, "in the interests of Time, had one been saved by a spell of such ability as to alter time itself, then he or she would still be possibly alive."
"For such a thing to happen, I suspect seeking out those who can easily alter Time would be the profitable venture," I said thoughtfully, "The Dahaka should have clued me in. But the Kor woman..." I passed a hand through my hair. "There must be a leak, and that leak must have lead the Eldrazi's worshipers to other Planes."
"There are many reasons to let the Eldrazi and the Phyrexians leave Zendikar. Some are nihilistic in nature, others are practical or pragmatical," Nicol spoke. "A few are even petty in their nature, clearly befitting the weak souls that harbor such plans of vengeance. The solution thus lie on Zendikar's soil, but before that, you must cease your clamoring for destruction and send back to sleep your Hives," his eyes burned. "You are playing another's game, student, and my pride as a teacher demands you only suffer my schemes, not others."
I blinked, and then pinched the bridge of my nose. "To make me waste energies...then isn't it clear that whoever's doing this is trying to break Dominaria free from its shard? Keeping its fate a secret, using Zendikar as a flame for the moths...what purpose could they still possibly seek?"
"Perhaps, had you not told me of the fate of the Mending, I would have taken responsibility," Nicol remarked, "But now we stand together, for our powers are linked directly to the fate of Dominaria's shard. Your might comes from the Mana and the Rifts that still twirls chaotically within the Shard, and your strength is sapped just as much as you use it to contain it. Closing the rifts would be a deadly blow to you, but it would just as much mean the loss of great power for me," he tightened his grip on the crushed golden pyramids. "That I will not tolerate. Whatever fool seeks our ruin shall not find it."
"So, does my teacher have a lead I can pursue?" I replied.
"The Planeswalker known as Teferi," Nicol spoke, "And if not him, then seek out one similar. Traces of Blue Mana should be easy to sniff out in great quantities." His wings spread with a snap, the air pressure swatting away the few humanoid figures close to us still, their bodies smashing against the ground to be reduced to paste, and nothing more. "Though their ploy clearly wishes for you to head to Zendikar, you will not go there. Force them to once more act in order to push you there, but this time...I will be watching," his eyes shone with pale Blue light, "And when they act, I will alert you."
"I will take my leave then, teacher," I answered as I turned to leave, only for his tail to come swishing down towards me, my right and left arms breaking freely into reinforced pillar-like limbs to hold the attack at bay. It still resulted in the ground shattering beneath me, my teeth gritting from the effort of holding the tail back from me.
"No matter how many Sparks you feed on," Nicol Bolas spoke as his tail slowly stopped pushing me down, "No matter how much power you store, remember that you stand where you are because I put you there," he smiled, flames leaving the sides of his fangs. "Your fangs will never be sharp enough to pierce my scales, student," he narrowed his eyes. "Remember it well."
I curtly nodded, and spat to the side a few drops of blood before leaving the Plane behind, this time unchallenged.
If one spoke of Time and its agents, then of course a few choices came up.
There was one such Plane, after all.
A Plane filled with nothing but Time Lords.
Nicol Bolas had many titles. God Pharaoh was his favorite, but not the one he preferred the most. Out of all of his desires, the one of having someone considered the strongest call him Master was his most cherished, and the screams that his touch would deliver to a mortal the sweetest of symphonies to his ears. He stood under the harsh suns he had crafted to keep his back warm and his eyes smoldered with desire and greed. He had been the triumphant brother, the conqueror of the war of the Elder Dragons, and he had known no rival, faced no threat, and had been defied by none but those he himself had grown up for the task.
Admittedly, his hatred for the Umezawa bloodline still ran deep, but even so, his hatred had found a new direction soon afterwards.
"You come seeking the the location of those people of Zendikar that escaped your attention," Nicol spoke, amusement in his voice, "Were my words not crystal? Keep the weak in check with might, remind them of your might constantly, or things like arrogance and pride might befall them."
"I thought only the mad would stand against me," I answered as I slowly stood back up, "Only the mad, and the fools, but instead even those close to me have fallen," I took a small breath, "Or have they been engineered to fall, Nicol?" I looked up at him. "You did see that question coming, did you not?"
Nicol lowered his head slowly, his eyes burning with bright flames as his breath turned the cracked glass below us into molten, hot lava. The heat didn't disturb me, and as his large maw came an arm's length away from me, he smiled, showing his many teeth.
"There is no trust between teacher and student," Nicol said, "How it saddens my heart."
"You have no heart," I pointed out smoothly. "Not answering is an answer by itself."
Nicol clicked his tongue against his teeth, and the mere act sent ripples across the molten crimson sand. His head slowly rose once more, "I could have," he said in the end. "An accident here, a threat there, a pawn with pawns elsewhere...but why would I do that?" he laughed loudly, his claws gripping upon the gold encrusted pyramids and breaking them under his strength. "Toppling you serves no purpose, if not to weaken myself. The Shard of Dominaria...how is the Plane now?"
"Nothing but a massive rift," I replied quite calmly, "the Sliver's exponential growth is enough to withstand the continuous pressure increase within the Shard, but it has already gone past the point where anyone other than me, or perhaps you, may hold it at bay."
Nicol Bolas' throat thrummed. "Perhaps then it is not I you should seek out as the culprit," he emitted a single snort, "Do not deny that was your purpose in coming here, but as always, you are quick to act and slow to think," he glanced upwards, to the suns up in the sky. "Your culprit knows of Dominaria's condition. The very ones who tried to save it might be the ones wishing for an end to this stalemate."
I crossed my arms in front of my chest, "Did we not kill them?" I looked up at him, "Or has a rift opened elsewhere in the Multiverse?"
"Not even the bodies remained of those that defied our combined might, but both birth and death are reversible," Nicol answered, "in the interests of Time, had one been saved by a spell of such ability as to alter time itself, then he or she would still be possibly alive."
"For such a thing to happen, I suspect seeking out those who can easily alter Time would be the profitable venture," I said thoughtfully, "The Dahaka should have clued me in. But the Kor woman..." I passed a hand through my hair. "There must be a leak, and that leak must have lead the Eldrazi's worshipers to other Planes."
"There are many reasons to let the Eldrazi and the Phyrexians leave Zendikar. Some are nihilistic in nature, others are practical or pragmatical," Nicol spoke. "A few are even petty in their nature, clearly befitting the weak souls that harbor such plans of vengeance. The solution thus lie on Zendikar's soil, but before that, you must cease your clamoring for destruction and send back to sleep your Hives," his eyes burned. "You are playing another's game, student, and my pride as a teacher demands you only suffer my schemes, not others."
I blinked, and then pinched the bridge of my nose. "To make me waste energies...then isn't it clear that whoever's doing this is trying to break Dominaria free from its shard? Keeping its fate a secret, using Zendikar as a flame for the moths...what purpose could they still possibly seek?"
"Perhaps, had you not told me of the fate of the Mending, I would have taken responsibility," Nicol remarked, "But now we stand together, for our powers are linked directly to the fate of Dominaria's shard. Your might comes from the Mana and the Rifts that still twirls chaotically within the Shard, and your strength is sapped just as much as you use it to contain it. Closing the rifts would be a deadly blow to you, but it would just as much mean the loss of great power for me," he tightened his grip on the crushed golden pyramids. "That I will not tolerate. Whatever fool seeks our ruin shall not find it."
"So, does my teacher have a lead I can pursue?" I replied.
"The Planeswalker known as Teferi," Nicol spoke, "And if not him, then seek out one similar. Traces of Blue Mana should be easy to sniff out in great quantities." His wings spread with a snap, the air pressure swatting away the few humanoid figures close to us still, their bodies smashing against the ground to be reduced to paste, and nothing more. "Though their ploy clearly wishes for you to head to Zendikar, you will not go there. Force them to once more act in order to push you there, but this time...I will be watching," his eyes shone with pale Blue light, "And when they act, I will alert you."
"I will take my leave then, teacher," I answered as I turned to leave, only for his tail to come swishing down towards me, my right and left arms breaking freely into reinforced pillar-like limbs to hold the attack at bay. It still resulted in the ground shattering beneath me, my teeth gritting from the effort of holding the tail back from me.
"No matter how many Sparks you feed on," Nicol Bolas spoke as his tail slowly stopped pushing me down, "No matter how much power you store, remember that you stand where you are because I put you there," he smiled, flames leaving the sides of his fangs. "Your fangs will never be sharp enough to pierce my scales, student," he narrowed his eyes. "Remember it well."
I curtly nodded, and spat to the side a few drops of blood before leaving the Plane behind, this time unchallenged.
If one spoke of Time and its agents, then of course a few choices came up.
There was one such Plane, after all.
A Plane filled with nothing but Time Lords.