Knocking on Heaven's Door [MtG/Multicross/SI]
- Thread starter shadenight123
- Start date
- Crossover
- Location
- America
Didn't shade said he was going to recruite Negi?
shadowace2400
Planeswalker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Texas
King_KaRASu
Actually a Prince
- Location
- Saipan
I think a planeswalker he kills early in the story called his creatures cards.
Anyone want to make a bet as to how many old walkers are around who are more powerful than shade and are just laughing at Shade's antics. He is young enough to believe he can actually control younger planeswalkers bluntly
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How much does anyone want to bet that if any of those rebels actually manages to succeed in offing the Tyrant, they're going to spend quite a few millenia dealing with the fallout?
You know, fighting/killing each other while dealing with the threat of the Eldrazi, Phyrexia, Outsiders, Great Ones, Old Ones, and other Multiversal threats?
Makes me wonder who'll suffer the most when the "Blame Game" gets started! The one who killed the Tyrant, or ones who started/lead the rebellion?
You know, fighting/killing each other while dealing with the threat of the Eldrazi, Phyrexia, Outsiders, Great Ones, Old Ones, and other Multiversal threats?
Makes me wonder who'll suffer the most when the "Blame Game" gets started! The one who killed the Tyrant, or ones who started/lead the rebellion?
troyamonga
Caffeine Dependent Hero
- Location
- United States
Man, that feeling when this is the most MtG story you've read in a while. WOTC should take a look at this and learn how to write again.
- Location
- Home
I've been wondering, where are the planeswalkers that actually support Shade? There should be a few that look at Phyrexia and the EL drazi and say "ya know, maybe this asshole has a point." Not to mention that people like The Doctor would tolerate him while the Reality Aids and Unreality Squids are still around.
Edit: Typo for Eldrazi, but I'm leaving it since it makes me think of all them wearing a sombrero.
Edit: Typo for Eldrazi, but I'm leaving it since it makes me think of all them wearing a sombrero.
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shadowace2400
Planeswalker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Texas
The Doctor has already fought against him.
Looks like Lina, Yamamoto and zelretch. Plus probably lots of law abiding, but also avoidancing Walker's.
Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
- Location
- Texas
INB4 multiverse ends.
Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
- Location
- Texas
I think Shade did... Something to prevent that.
C4d
Has approximate knowledge of many things.
- Location
- Germany
If they kill Shade his sealing of Dominiara breaks, then either the mending happens they are all depowered and their chances against phyrexia and the eldrazi just dropped massively, or the rifts that made the mending necessary rip apart the multiverse forever.
The magic planes seem to function differently from the not magic planes, in that they are unique or at least as close to unique as you can get. Also the Zendkiar they are on is the new nexus of the multiverse and seems to have portals that infinitely spawn phyrexians and eldrazi for some reason.
ShineUCrazyStar
Grossly Incandescent
- Location
- Being the Sun
Pretty sure Bolas was also sharing in those rifts as well. He would never let go of those sweet rifts of infinite power without burying the sorry bastard who tried to mess with it in an ocean of endless Blue fuckery.
You know, I'm kind of morbidly curious to see what kind of story that would be.
The summary description would probably be like:
"They screwed up big time. By toppling The Tyrant, what so many of the rebel planeswalkers thought would be the greatest good, turned out to be the greatest f@#$ up of all time.
The Eldrazi, Phyrexians, and countless other horrors now run amuk, almost unchecked as they despoil and devour the many planes with abandon.
Under threat by Nicol Bolas, many of the Tyrant-loyalists hunt for the means to deal with all that threatens their existence.
Without the aid of their fallen patron, and deprived of the godlike power they once wielded, such tasks seem truly beyond them.
The reviled rebels, (now deemed "Accursed Apostates"), are scattered to the multidimensional winds, hunted ruthlessly by loyalists and the Tyrant's own Sliver-children, (who desire vengeance), and fellow rebels alike, (who hope to save their own skins and that of their own Planes.)
Now is not an Age of War, or Discovery.
It is an Age of Survival."
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Baron Ouroboros
Emerald Leaves and Crimson Petals
- Location
- Vancouver
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The Ravager is a player.
- Location
- Elsewhere
I dunno, there was that ZNT fiction that got ridiculously fluffy at times. Who knows, it might happen.
Algalon
Herald of the Titans
- Location
- Celestial Planetarium
Chapter Sixty-Seven (????)
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Sixty-Seven (????)
In a world of monsters, the one who revels in his humanity is feared, and thus hunted down. Once, the act of ripping apart the leylines of a world would have had me think twice about it. Once, the hunger of my Hive would have been sated by hunting animals, or at least creatures without intelligence. Slowly though, the hunger had grown. Mana and food were needed for the countless hungry creatures, and while I would provide them with it, it never was enough. Most of the Hive thus hibernated for long periods, and awoke like a cycle at just the right time, ready to do just the right thing.
I yawned as I watched the molten core of the world I was eating slowly turn cool, and then break. Ripples spread across the surface, slaughtering whatever life it might have sustained. The stars kept on shining, but they would not do so for much longer. Calmly, I spread my conscience across space, and towards another star. The suns died one by one, an obscure sense of satisfaction spreading through the back of my consciousness as I let the auto-pilot of my biologic imperative take over.
I could hear the countless screams of the alien races that died one after the other, but my morality had already long since abandoned me. They were nothing but shadows, not even real enough to warrant more than the batting of an eyelid as they were snuffed. In the cold silence of space, a rift opened as a lonely glowing eye emerged.
"What are you doing?" the voice of my teacher came through dark and crackling like a whip. "Gorging yourself like usual," he continued with distaste as I turned my attention to him, hungry tendrils engulfing a sun and others breaking apart the cores of black holes. "I have found the Plane where your friend," he spat out the last world as if both poisonous and utterly amusing, "brought some survivors."
The portal around his eye changed shape, disappearing as another spread open to reveal a lush, alien world with large reddish trees and bizarre plants. A small outpost numbering in the hundreds of buildings had been built and surrounded by a wooden palisade. Rough-looking citizens seemed to be going about their daily lives doing the best of their situation. Some forges were already lit, and lines of weapons stood in wait outside them.
Nervous-looking men looked beyond the palisade, and the visual of Bolas' eyes turned towards the direction of strange and alien entities standing in wait a short distance away from the wooden fort. My countless eyes blinked as I began to gather my tendrils back within my form, the sun beneath me already a cooling piece of rock.
The aliens looked humanoid, but taller than normal humans and blue.
Ah, Nadia, out of all the worlds you could have brought them, you had to pick Pandora? Did no one tell you what happens when you open up Pandora's vase? Even if I weren't to intervene, they'd still die eventually, or perhaps manage to coexist peacefully until a certain breaking point.
"They'll die whether I intervene or not," I spoke through the void. "That planet is lethal to their kind in more than one way."
"If there is one thing we both know is true, it is that the tenacity of living beings to survive is never to be underestimated," Nicol Bolas replied darkly. "Destroy them and reinforce your rule."
I nodded, and crafted open a portal to that Plane with ease, jumping through with practiced reflexes and landing upon the soft grass of Pandora. As if suddenly realizing the danger, the grass itself began to tremble, and disappeared inside the soil. Like a tidal wave, the trees nearby shuddered and trembled, splitting their barks apart as they shifted as far back as their roots could allow them to.
The primal energy of this world suited my needs as I crafted into existence a singularly powerful flame. This wouldn't take me more than a few seconds. I devoured whole universes when I was hungry, so what was a pitiful wooden palisade to my strength? Nothing. It was nothing but child's play. The flaming sphere departed my hand, and as it impacted against a shimmering shield of Green and White mana, it exploded outwardly up in the air, destroying the clouds in a mile-wide radius and burning the top of the trees into ashes.
I belatedly stared at the protective dome of Mana.
"There is a Planeswalker aiding them," Nicol Bolas spoke smoothly through a whisper in the wind. "Kill him too, Tyrant."
"Yes, teacher," I drawled as I felt the ground shake beneath my feet. There was no need to grumble about receiving a warning beforehand, because this was not how Nicol Bolas operated. No, to be more precise, it was already a great boon that he had bothered telling me the dome was the product of a Planeswalker. I felt the Spark of the Planeswalker in question pulse and ignite, arriving from the rustling treetops like a ghost amidst countless verdant branches.
"Oh," I said, my mouth slowly drying. "Nothing eludes you, does it, teacher?"
"Nothing does, student," Nicol Bolas replied curtly. "Nothing."
The lion-like humanoid stood powerfully upon a thick tree branch, a staff that ended with twin axes, one white and one black, clutched in his powerful paws. He wore a ceremonial armor of sorts made of brass or still a metal golden in color. It contrasted with his white fur, and his pale, crystal clear blue eyes. His presence emitted a sense of calm to everyone around him, and the very forest of Pandora seemed to shift back, as if no longer afraid.
"You are the one they call the Tyrant," Ajani spoke with a deep voice. He hoisted his twin-headed ax in front of him, as behind him gathered the creatures of Pandora, most of them with far more teeth than strictly needed. "You have come to your doom."
"Yeah," I sighed. "I guess so," I rolled my eyes, "Though I will point out that if I do defeat you, then my strength will become so great, not even my teacher will ever compare to it. I'm happy you're here," I grinned. "I was looking for you, Ajani."
"I was not," Ajani replied. "Your very sight is abhorrent to my eyes, your presence scares the land, the creatures, and the people. You are a coward content to watch, while true heroes act to save their land."
I shrugged. "I guess so," I remarked. "But I am still glad I found you. After all, you are the only one capable of defeating my teacher," I brought both hands up in the air. "Had I known you and Nadia were in contact, I would have asked for a meeting between us a long, long time ago."
"What are you doing?" Ajani asked, his eyes narrowing.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" I replied with a smile. "I'm surrendering. If I had known you had joined with the rebels, I would have surrendered even before. I was waiting for you, don't you understand? You're the linchpin I need to destroy my teacher once and for all."
Ajani's legs bent as he growled, baring his teeth. "You would claim you had no knowledge of my presence? I did not hide, not once."
"You know how it is," I replied as I kept my arms up. "I'm a Tyrant of a Multiverse. I do have countless eyes, but if they're blinded, then I can't see. Zendikar hates Slivers with a passion, so I have no way of finding out what's going on there."
He gruffly snorted. "What do you wish to earn from your surrender? Sympathy?"
"No," I shook my head. "I will earn no sympathy from anyone. I am a cruel, vicious, horrible and nightmarish monster. I accept that as my role, and will take the punishment that is ultimate death for it. But before I go, I must make right what I made wrong. If you will listen to me, I will tell you how it all began...and how it must end." I kept my arms up. "I can do it by standing like this, if you wish," I continued.
Ajani calmly hooked his twin-headed ax on a leather strap behind him, and then flexed his paws. He roared, and the roar quaked the ground. By his side, a pair of Planeswalkers abruptly appeared.
Chandra had already lit her hands aflame when Ajani's paw grabbed her wrist, the Nacahtl Planeswalker shaking his mane-surrounded head at her.
"He wishes to speak," Ajani said roughly.
"That he does, doesn't he?" Jace said from the opposite side, his figure mostly cloaked. "We aren't delivering Serenity to you, if that's what you want to talk about."
"He wishes aid in defeating his teacher," Ajani said. "He claims my presence necessary for the task."
Jace and Chandra shared a look, and then they both remained on the defensive as they looked at me. I shrugged, and crossed my arms in front of my chest.
"Gather round, children," I said with a sigh, "For this is a long...very long...story."
It all began as it always does.
With pain, despair and fire. Lots of fire.
In a world of monsters, the one who revels in his humanity is feared, and thus hunted down. Once, the act of ripping apart the leylines of a world would have had me think twice about it. Once, the hunger of my Hive would have been sated by hunting animals, or at least creatures without intelligence. Slowly though, the hunger had grown. Mana and food were needed for the countless hungry creatures, and while I would provide them with it, it never was enough. Most of the Hive thus hibernated for long periods, and awoke like a cycle at just the right time, ready to do just the right thing.
I yawned as I watched the molten core of the world I was eating slowly turn cool, and then break. Ripples spread across the surface, slaughtering whatever life it might have sustained. The stars kept on shining, but they would not do so for much longer. Calmly, I spread my conscience across space, and towards another star. The suns died one by one, an obscure sense of satisfaction spreading through the back of my consciousness as I let the auto-pilot of my biologic imperative take over.
I could hear the countless screams of the alien races that died one after the other, but my morality had already long since abandoned me. They were nothing but shadows, not even real enough to warrant more than the batting of an eyelid as they were snuffed. In the cold silence of space, a rift opened as a lonely glowing eye emerged.
"What are you doing?" the voice of my teacher came through dark and crackling like a whip. "Gorging yourself like usual," he continued with distaste as I turned my attention to him, hungry tendrils engulfing a sun and others breaking apart the cores of black holes. "I have found the Plane where your friend," he spat out the last world as if both poisonous and utterly amusing, "brought some survivors."
The portal around his eye changed shape, disappearing as another spread open to reveal a lush, alien world with large reddish trees and bizarre plants. A small outpost numbering in the hundreds of buildings had been built and surrounded by a wooden palisade. Rough-looking citizens seemed to be going about their daily lives doing the best of their situation. Some forges were already lit, and lines of weapons stood in wait outside them.
Nervous-looking men looked beyond the palisade, and the visual of Bolas' eyes turned towards the direction of strange and alien entities standing in wait a short distance away from the wooden fort. My countless eyes blinked as I began to gather my tendrils back within my form, the sun beneath me already a cooling piece of rock.
The aliens looked humanoid, but taller than normal humans and blue.
Ah, Nadia, out of all the worlds you could have brought them, you had to pick Pandora? Did no one tell you what happens when you open up Pandora's vase? Even if I weren't to intervene, they'd still die eventually, or perhaps manage to coexist peacefully until a certain breaking point.
"They'll die whether I intervene or not," I spoke through the void. "That planet is lethal to their kind in more than one way."
"If there is one thing we both know is true, it is that the tenacity of living beings to survive is never to be underestimated," Nicol Bolas replied darkly. "Destroy them and reinforce your rule."
I nodded, and crafted open a portal to that Plane with ease, jumping through with practiced reflexes and landing upon the soft grass of Pandora. As if suddenly realizing the danger, the grass itself began to tremble, and disappeared inside the soil. Like a tidal wave, the trees nearby shuddered and trembled, splitting their barks apart as they shifted as far back as their roots could allow them to.
The primal energy of this world suited my needs as I crafted into existence a singularly powerful flame. This wouldn't take me more than a few seconds. I devoured whole universes when I was hungry, so what was a pitiful wooden palisade to my strength? Nothing. It was nothing but child's play. The flaming sphere departed my hand, and as it impacted against a shimmering shield of Green and White mana, it exploded outwardly up in the air, destroying the clouds in a mile-wide radius and burning the top of the trees into ashes.
I belatedly stared at the protective dome of Mana.
"There is a Planeswalker aiding them," Nicol Bolas spoke smoothly through a whisper in the wind. "Kill him too, Tyrant."
"Yes, teacher," I drawled as I felt the ground shake beneath my feet. There was no need to grumble about receiving a warning beforehand, because this was not how Nicol Bolas operated. No, to be more precise, it was already a great boon that he had bothered telling me the dome was the product of a Planeswalker. I felt the Spark of the Planeswalker in question pulse and ignite, arriving from the rustling treetops like a ghost amidst countless verdant branches.
"Oh," I said, my mouth slowly drying. "Nothing eludes you, does it, teacher?"
"Nothing does, student," Nicol Bolas replied curtly. "Nothing."
The lion-like humanoid stood powerfully upon a thick tree branch, a staff that ended with twin axes, one white and one black, clutched in his powerful paws. He wore a ceremonial armor of sorts made of brass or still a metal golden in color. It contrasted with his white fur, and his pale, crystal clear blue eyes. His presence emitted a sense of calm to everyone around him, and the very forest of Pandora seemed to shift back, as if no longer afraid.
"You are the one they call the Tyrant," Ajani spoke with a deep voice. He hoisted his twin-headed ax in front of him, as behind him gathered the creatures of Pandora, most of them with far more teeth than strictly needed. "You have come to your doom."
"Yeah," I sighed. "I guess so," I rolled my eyes, "Though I will point out that if I do defeat you, then my strength will become so great, not even my teacher will ever compare to it. I'm happy you're here," I grinned. "I was looking for you, Ajani."
"I was not," Ajani replied. "Your very sight is abhorrent to my eyes, your presence scares the land, the creatures, and the people. You are a coward content to watch, while true heroes act to save their land."
I shrugged. "I guess so," I remarked. "But I am still glad I found you. After all, you are the only one capable of defeating my teacher," I brought both hands up in the air. "Had I known you and Nadia were in contact, I would have asked for a meeting between us a long, long time ago."
"What are you doing?" Ajani asked, his eyes narrowing.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" I replied with a smile. "I'm surrendering. If I had known you had joined with the rebels, I would have surrendered even before. I was waiting for you, don't you understand? You're the linchpin I need to destroy my teacher once and for all."
Ajani's legs bent as he growled, baring his teeth. "You would claim you had no knowledge of my presence? I did not hide, not once."
"You know how it is," I replied as I kept my arms up. "I'm a Tyrant of a Multiverse. I do have countless eyes, but if they're blinded, then I can't see. Zendikar hates Slivers with a passion, so I have no way of finding out what's going on there."
He gruffly snorted. "What do you wish to earn from your surrender? Sympathy?"
"No," I shook my head. "I will earn no sympathy from anyone. I am a cruel, vicious, horrible and nightmarish monster. I accept that as my role, and will take the punishment that is ultimate death for it. But before I go, I must make right what I made wrong. If you will listen to me, I will tell you how it all began...and how it must end." I kept my arms up. "I can do it by standing like this, if you wish," I continued.
Ajani calmly hooked his twin-headed ax on a leather strap behind him, and then flexed his paws. He roared, and the roar quaked the ground. By his side, a pair of Planeswalkers abruptly appeared.
Chandra had already lit her hands aflame when Ajani's paw grabbed her wrist, the Nacahtl Planeswalker shaking his mane-surrounded head at her.
"He wishes to speak," Ajani said roughly.
"That he does, doesn't he?" Jace said from the opposite side, his figure mostly cloaked. "We aren't delivering Serenity to you, if that's what you want to talk about."
"He wishes aid in defeating his teacher," Ajani said. "He claims my presence necessary for the task."
Jace and Chandra shared a look, and then they both remained on the defensive as they looked at me. I shrugged, and crossed my arms in front of my chest.
"Gather round, children," I said with a sigh, "For this is a long...very long...story."
It all began as it always does.
With pain, despair and fire. Lots of fire.
StellarMonarch
Myrmidon
- Location
- Québec
I suspect bullshit shall be the ingredient of the day.
(Or is Shade not actually pulling BS? I don't know.)
(Or is Shade not actually pulling BS? I don't know.)
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Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
- Location
- Texas
Flashbacks, huh?
Well, time to see what made the Tyrant into the Tyrant...
Well, time to see what made the Tyrant into the Tyrant...