I’ve learned that being dead is not all its cracked up to be.
Mostly a lot of dullness and boredom.

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@askelspeth-blog
I’ve learned that being dead is not all its cracked up to be.
Mostly a lot of dullness and boredom.
A Strange Frontier
With Reza having left his fledgling house in the care of his new Bond-kin, Tala Akhtar, he set off to discover the multiverse. The first stop of his journey brought him to a city of white stone, on the edge of a lake that stretched far to the horizon… (Special thanks to the mod of Ask Elspeth)
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"So I sought out this Alara you mentioned when we first met, and I found your friends. Ajani has taught me much, it seems he's offered his aid to Bant in training fighters in the ways of Nayan magic. He taught me quite a lot while I was training with the knights of the reliquary... Much of which I learned the hard way. As for your squire, Aran, he is a knight now. He's earned himself a fair number of sigils. You should be proud!"
Elspeth heard he message from the spirit speaker and tears stung at her eyes. She could see it now, the reliquary knights learning Ajani’s magics. Aran standing proud in his armor and sigils. “He definitely earned the Sigil of Riding first, it was one of his best skills.” She practically glowed with pride in the underworld, holding tight onto the good news in this place of despair.
has anyone seen elspeth?
I feel like I haven’t seen her in ages…
"Oh, you don’t know, do you?"
Know what?
"Miss Elspeth died on Theros. Killed by a god, believe it or not. Personally, I don’t know if she deserved it. I didn’t really know her. Though I would like to give deicide a try myself some day."
"Well I may be dead but I'm not completely gone."
Favorite memory of the tumblr mtg community?
I think any and all elspeth is dead jokes.
…thanks
HOLY SHIT. TALKING CORPSES.
YOU SHALL RUE THIS DAY, ARCHNEMESIS.
OH SHIT, IT’S THE NIGHT OF THE LIVING ELSPETHS!
Today’s warm up doodle… Elspeth, Sun’s Champion is tired of your shit.
Yes I am.
3 reasons why this as well is an awesome post
1. elspeth
2 godsend (do you say gods end god send?)
3 elspeth feels
ps elspeth is awesome
pps ill cut you if dont like elspeth
ppps ill cut you with godsend the card
pppps elspeth is the definition of awesome character
Yes I was talking about Godsend. And it was a new hell to relearn how to wield it.
And what do you mean by make a companion for it?
I could make a second sword that is very similar to it in form and function. I personally prefer to wield two swords myself, it is the Kor way, after all, but I can understand why it would be a challenge to wield two two-handed weapons.
Not that you don’t look like you could handle it.
My knight training covered many types of weaponry however dual wielding was not my strongest suit. It wasn't the knight's way so to speak.
However I willing to learn. Have a lot of time in the underworld.
Would it be possible for you to make a spear into a sword again?
It would be a remarkably simple task. Are you thinking about that Godsend of yours? The craftsmanship is rudimentary, the shaft is all but tacked on, and it’s not nearly as balanced as it should be.
The blade’s fine work, but nothing I couldn’t replicate. I can make this a finer sword than it ever was. I could even forge a companion for it, should you be so interested.
Yes I was talking about Godsend. And it was a new hell to relearn how to wield it.
And what do you mean by make a companion for it?
If planeswalkers were on tumblr what do you think they'd blog about?
jace: memes and politics but he’d be really gullible and reblog like articles from 2011 cause he never checks the sources
liliana: selfies, witchcraft, aesthetic, and feminism. she has over 100k followers.
nissa: dog spotting but with big, gross bugs, also pictures of trees. the aesthetic bloggers who like those blurry nature photos always reblog them but really she’s just not a good photographer.
sorin: supernatural/creepypasta blog. posts selfies a lot anyway
tibalt: his blog title is “welcome to my twisted mind” and you never know if he’s gonna reblog something really stupid and annoying or be genuinely cool. also blogs about gender and sometimes makes those text post memes
ashiok: one of thsoe really tumblr famous people because they’re really attractive. reblogs lots of aesthetic and spooky and pagan stuff like liliana, also social justice and politics. their blog is being monitored by the government. has almost as many followers as liliana.
gideon: social justice and pictures of cute animals, sometimes recipes. he’s the guy who makes all of those white house petitions
chandra: also social justice. she’s the one who always has the guts to call someone out on their shitty text posts and writes those really long rants that get a train of reblogs with “THIS” gifs and she get so irritated like i wrote those good ass rant and yall gotta go and add some gif of rachel from glee
domri: just posts about his life. uses tumblr for its intended purpose. has a photography side blog but it doesn’t have very many followers
Ajani: Just endless pictures of cats. Like he sees cats on the streets and whips out his phone like “Hell yeah!”. Also probably a bunch of pictures of his friends while they’re hanging out like “lol, look at this nerd. I love this nerd” but never takes selfies.
The real question is which of the walkers either writes fanfic or draws fanart.
Is it Elspeth?
Shit. Have I just made this meta?
....About that....
"Elspeth can’t get back soon enough… Ajani’s been acting crazy lately."
- Jace
So now that we’re leaving the plane of Theros behind, I thought I’d make some more wallpapers for you folks (all 1600x900). We have the five major Gods, the allied color minor Gods, the enemy color minor Gods, all fifteen Gods, the five Theros block planeswalkers, and the exploits of Elspeth. Enjoy!
⊰ ❖ ⊱ Rather carefully did his digits stroke the flat of his blade in a brief inspection for any grime or notches made in the metal through battle. Only upon nearing the quillon did the Innistradi’s fingers brush against a fragment of dried vitae that had caught in the blade’s ornamental groves. True, they had been impractical but he sought something of a finer element than the mundane sort many of the younger races used. Only that small portion had been affected by the residue and was swiftly cleaned off.
—It was lucky for the Markov that this plane’s night held its peace for he found focus and the patience for the diligence needed to care for his precious sword. Even with the more obscene stains gone from her surface, she needed more care. However even upon this task Sorin had tensed upon the sensing of an intrusion. The pitch and citrine gaze trailing along the outer walls of the makeshift hamlet. T’was not of their kinsfolk as he had initially suspected.
—After a moment’s passing did he return attentions to the sword, polishing it to a greater shine. One of the few possessions that he held even from his second infancy. She was a precious thing and a gift bestowed by one even more precious before she was lost. And as though lost in thought the Markov gave pause. His hand slid off from the blade with cloth and set it to his side when the vampire again gave a wary glance to his surroundings. Perhaps this place was not as tranquil as he thought, yet he had heard naught of denizens that terrorize these folk in the deeper parts of the night.
The knight held her sword close by her side as she walked along the gravel path. She often preferred these quiet moments of twilight to the day, filled with various duties and obligations to whichever noble hired her on this plane. So many comments about her 'strange armor' or 'odd accent' were whispered behind Elspeth's back everytime she tried to make a home of a new plane. However she did not meet any of those during the night, Elspeth could be at peace with the her thoughts, the sounds of the path, and the slight smell of blood in the air... Wait that's not right.
A glint of white against the dark shadows caught her eye. The moonlight was strong enough for her to make out the shape of a man sitting on the ground. She saw some metallic armor in his clothing and white hair contrasted against the dark fabrics. Elspeth didn't know if the blood was the figure's or another's so she slowly moved closer, hand on the hilt of her blade and body ready to strike if need be. If it was either an injured old man or a some sort of bandit, she should get their attention. From a few yards away the knight called, "Hello? Are you alright there?"
Elspeth venser on the cheek
Dead buddies! :D
athreos: what do we say to the god of death?
elspeth: heliod is a dick.
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