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[limecornchip]

[worginarts]

Xy'ela + Anwar

Xy'ela and its bug friend Anwar for @xalatath / @xyela

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[moonleaf-art]

My comic 'Cianalas' for Interlude in it's entirety! This was the biggest art challenge i've put myself up to in a while and it was incredible to work alongside all the other skilled artists who contributed.

[nightfaeded]

ghost of k'aresh spoilers below:

so do we think xal'atath ACTUALLY helped that wastelander oracle lady hear k'aresh's worldsoul at the oasis? or did she just pretend to be k'aresh to tell her what she wanted to hear, and k'aresh himself is truly dead?

[noxith-sky]

WoW rant,

Does anyone else just feel like how the wastelanders are treated is really gross??

They been betrayed and abandoned for thousands of years, trapped on a shattered desert planet. They struggling to just survive on the hostile rocks.

They old kin show beck up, call them 'feral' thieves and murderers and don't let them inside the eco-domes, the only places with water/flora/fauna.

So the wasterlands of course attack and raid the domes, like duh. If the brokers were so willing to spend a fortune investing in the domes, why not like just provide for the wastelanders to stop their attacks? Surely sharing food and supplies would be less expensive then an eco-dome.

I don't care that the wastelanders are murders that want revenge. They were betrayed, their home destroyed, and themselves physically altered against their will by the sorcerer elite. I support their revenge.

And then, we the player help Xal'atath lie directly to the wasterlanders face so they will fight and die for us. That made me feel so so slimy.

This clearly doesnt end well either, hence the eco-dome dungeon where we kill them.

This just doesnt sit right with me =(

[cirvat]

old writing- Isidora

Dora could say that she had felt true fear plenty of times before. When she was seven her mother’s horse had nearly trampled her. When she was nine she had accidentally wandered into the Wisteria training field and nearly got skewered by a javelin. When she was fourteen and had publicly danced with Everand during a royal gala. 

None of those were as terrifying as being stared down at by a Elder dragon. Seong and Karesh were both pinned to the ground by the Elder’s forelimbs, unable to even squirm under its weight.

Her hands trembled as the Elder slowly blinked at her, completely at ease despite having been attacked just moments ago.

“Isidora! Run! What are you doing?!” Seong wheezed as she grabbed at the claw hooked over her shoulder.

<We woke them up! Oh gods! We’re going to die!> Karesh was pretty much useless as he had dissolved into panic as soon as he had been pinned.

She clenched her fists. She had to get her friends to safety. She had to get a scale. She could not let this quest fail.

Dora made a decision.

She unclenched her hands and held them in front of her as she bent into a low bow.

“Hail, the Elder dragon of the Highest Point.” She kept her voice as steady and clear as possible, though there was still a shaky quality to it. “It is an honor to be in your presence. My deepest and most sincere apologies for the actions of my companions.”

Her hair created a curtain that hid the Elder dragon from her sight, but she could feel their gaze like a physical touch. She froze when she felt a rush of cold air run over spine. A grumbling huff made her heart skip a beat.

<At least one of you is polite.> The voice echoed in her skull in a way that instantly created a dull throb in the back of her head. <Why have you children interrupted my sleep?>

“We...” Dora licked her lips. “We require something from you. We are aware that it is presumptuous and insolent of us to ask anything of you, but we are desperate.”

<What is this ‘something’ of mine that you find of necessary?> Beyond the pain that the words brought Dora was almost certain that she could hear amusement.

“One of you pillar scales, your Awesomeness.” Dora’s body was beginning to hurt from staying in the bow for so long.

<For what purpose, little creature? What use would you have for a scale of mine?> The casual air around the Elder had gone stony.

“It is just one ingredient in a potion that would cure the Queen of the Veiled Forests of the curse that plagues her.” Dora heard Seong hiss at her words. She knew she would be reprimanded later for giving out such sensitive information.

<The world is full of Queens, why should I part with one of my precious scales for this one? Who is this Queen to you?> The Elder’s scoff grated against Dora’s teeth.

“...” Dora hesitated before desperation pushed her forward. “Queen Bethel of the Veiled Forests is one of the few people in my life who have never once made me feel useless and without worth. She is my Queen and I will remain loyal to her until my spirit is lost to the whims of fate once more.”

<What a lovely little creature you are. Adorable. Charming. Is that all you require of me, pet? One scale?>

“I-I would also like my companions back, if possible.” Dora clenched her eyes shut, sweat dripping from her brow. She was sure her entire form was shaking now.

<Who?>

“The, um, human and dragon you have under your talons.”

The touch of the Elder’s gaze flicked off of her, she assumed, to look down at the beings in their grasp. <Oh, yes. The troublemakers. I suppose I have no need of them. I shall grant your request.>

There was a creaking sound followed by Seong’s breathless gasping. Dora blinked when Karesh’s face moved into her field of vision. 

<Do you need help, Dora?> The dragon leaned up toward her face.

“Help me stand up.” She whispered back. Karesh immediately moved in to press against her abdomen using his head to help her rise out of the bow. Her arms lowered back to her sides as sharp relief crested through her pine and shoulders.

<Better?>

“Yes, thank you.” She stroked his feathered neck with a shaky hand.

“Isidora,” Seong murmured as she limped toward them, “you and I are going to have to talk about your reckless bravery.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” Dora kept her eyes on the ground.

<Would you like to pick out a scale?> The Elder dragon twisted their neck around to show off their scales.

“Oh, um, I don’t need to, your Awesomeness. Any scale will do.”

<Alright, here.> They yanked out one on their leg and held it out to her. Dora tried to hold in a gasp at the beauty of it, ice blue with rainbows refracting throughout it. 

“Thank you.” She took hold of the scale that was larger than her torso. She braced herself for the weight of it as the Elder let go and found it lighter than she expected.

<Go on now. Go save your Queen.>

“Thank you.” She bowed once more, wincing at the agony in her spine, before following Seong to the entry point of the cave.

The group moved silently down the craggily path and out to where they had left their horses. 

Dora mounted Butterscotch with only a few held back swears and reached down to take the scale that Seong held out to her. Before she could pull away Seong snagged her sleeve.

Dora’s eyes widened. “Ye-Yes, Your Highness?”

“Thank you.” Seong looked away, red staining her face. “You were really cool back there.”

“I-I, uh, thank you!” Dora squeaked, feeling her face heat up.

Seong nodded and let go, marching over to mount her own horse.

[thegreatskywhale]

MTG Fanwalker Masterlist

Karesh: Epser; he/him; A talented spy with a knack for illusion and teleportation magics.

Cypheus: Bant; he/him; A powerful astromancer who draws strength from the starry sky.

Malain: Dimir; they/them; An insane diviner, who gains their divination from the bodies and blood of the deceased. 

Ventir: Mardu; he/him; A dangerous vampire knight who’s honor and pride nearly outweigh his brutality and ruthlessness

Xhiltas: Izzet; he/him; A genius of a mage with an uncanny alacrity for insane experimentation.

Adrick: Black; he/him; A demented Dementist who can wield the nightmares of his enemies as well as his own.

Ingdiir: Blue; she/her; A tenacious cryomancer who can warp water into her own Frost Familiars

Krishai (OT): Jeskai; he/him; A calculated monk who’s precise strikes can redirect his opponents power against him.

Krishai (AT): Azorious; he/him; A passionate monk who aeromancy allows him to control the gales and strengthen his wings.

Prophet: Mardu; he/him; An aggressive angel who’s fall from grace only empowered his righteous fervor.

Chydle: Gruul; they/them; A carnivorous plant that’s new powers introduced them to the wonders of the multiverse, and all of its creatures to consume.

[rileyav]

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