#lorwyn posting

[expertguidegoblin]

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DENIZENS OF THE PLANES, HAS THIS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?

YOU WANTED TO GO SOMEWHERE, BUT WAIT! ALL KINDS OF DANGERS! FROM SCYTHECATS TO CROCODILES, BALOTHS TO DIRECTIONS! SO MANY THINGS TO SEE, SO MUCH TO EXPLORE! BUT SO MUCH DANGER! YOU NEED TO HIRE A GOBLIN SHORTCUTTER! I AM A TRAINED PROFESSIONAL. I HAVE A PET. CONTACT TODAY! DISCOUNTS ARE CURRENTLY BEING APPLIED TO TRAVEL THAT REQUIRES THREE OR MORE OMENPATHS! travel to Zendikar is currently off limits. Strange doors will be avoided. DON'T JUST HEAR ABOUT THE WORLD, SEE THE WORLD!

[underthegates]

Tag Compression

okay, very clearly this little community has undergone quite a boom in the last few days. this is wonderful, and I absolutely love seeing all the new nonsense going on. However. the tagging is getting out of hand. Currently we've only got Vorthos as a tag to string everything together, and I feel that this will prove wildly insufficient if we keep growing out like this. Vorthos is also commonly used by people talking about MTG flavortext or story in a non roleplay context. I'd just like to propose that, as a catch all tag (alongside the tag appropriate to whatever plane a post comes from) we use #Planar Posting if not, that's fine too. I just like having a decent way to sort

[biilziebub-rakdos]

Within a few hours of the statement Biilzie has made a package arrives in Rix Maadi, it is a reeking, damp package, smelling of rotten meat and blood. Unwrapping it, there is a "sculpture" hunks of flesh strung through barbed wire, crowned with hair braided into a crown, the blackened meat contrasting with the bright golden hair, a small note is attached in a small waterproof bag "Unfortunately your home is not conducive to proper storage, so I had to send one of my early drafts. Before I learned how to counteract the decomposition process, I confess, I doubt I can hold a candle to the Ravnican artists you surround yourself with, but this is only half of the art. You know the thrill of the chase much as I do." -An admirer of you and your father's way of life.

Derivative, uninspired, predictable. You’re correct, you can’t hold a candle. I’m sure it was pleasantly gruesome, if pedestrian, in its time, but that’s really the best I can say. You really should’ve gotten rid of it a while ago, or at least found someplace it wouldn’t keep rotting. Failing that, the fact that you found something waterproof for your little letter but not for the actual piece is… let’s just say telling. The medium is truly the best part, and once again, uninspired and predictable!

If you are who I suspect you are, you probably know the thrill of the chase better than I do for the simple reason that my chases usually end in success. Stick to admiring.

[xerex-reshaper]

It’s a new dawn. Already I am forgetting what drove me from the boggarts homes into clachans. I finally found a communicator too, it’s signal is questionable but the owner never woke up. Goldward isn’t stirring. I do not believe myself to look guilty in the eyes of their thoughtweft.

I heard a name so familiar that I could not trace. Some colour. Why does it choose to be so evasive of me? To leave me again without memory? Come back to me by night, I pray. That trace of an identity.

Whoever is out there, I know you know who I am. I can feel some, pull East, far East, more East than possible for the horizon to catch me. I’m asked about it, why the weft tells them to follow this road. I have no such connection, I do not hear the weft in their way. But I’m going East. The elves shall never see me.

[xerex-reshaper]

Whoever hears this signal, I know you’re out there.

You’d best know of me. I don’t know who I am, wandering Lorwyn. This isn’t even spoken into a communicator, I’m just talking aloud, to myself, as night is about to fall. Merrow and Kithkin trade talks here, and I’m sat atop the roof of the well. I found myself a new sense of self, one of the boggarts. They told me of sounds and senses, and in the movement of the sun, I lost all trace of myself to their identity.

But Auntie is missing. Shot down by elves, the horned scum strike down upon everyone, I refuse to allow the instability of my form to make me look like one of them. My skin keeps peeling like wallpaper and reforming, I think I have organs now. Something writhes within me.

I may become a Kithkin. Maybe that is what my form desires me to be, one of those imposters who assimilates out of fear that I will be found alone, with no fuel to spark my fire again when it is extinguished. Is this mortality? To lose one’s bounds and bonds in a swoop? Was I even one to lose, I had only known this family for three days. But they’re the one I’ve known, somehow I lack such fundamentals of my own past I believe it to not exist. Maybe I woke upon Lorwyn as it was always my home. And a changeling never remembers.

[biilziebub-rakdos]

Would you rate someone for other reasons besides your usual? What if, for example, we had an escalating prank war where you were defeated at every turn by my cunning and skill?

On an unrelated note, did you know that the speakers at the Deerskull Tavern have an opening on the side where you can put a rune with a magical sound recording into the system without having to use the controls? It's pretty neat. I hope the patrons have been enjoying the soothing sounds of the last annual boggarts vs bullfrogs poetry slam night.

- @mirrormist-clique-adventures

So far I have no excuse to give someone a rating based in something less physical. If you intend to make something of yourself in an attempt, I’m open for it.

And while I didn’t know that, the patrons were more into it than I would’ve expected! The band was somewhat annoyed, but we figured out how to put it to a beat and just kept it going until the recording ran out. Thank you!

[azzie-beastbinder]

Hey, Lorwyn guy again. I'm not actually from Lorwyn, but Innistrad. Going by Knox nowadays, sorry for making a bad first impression... Promise to make up for it. I am properly on the communicators now if you want proof that I'm real.

This message has been forwarded to Sir Arturo Vazante, the father of Honorable Boss Hayashi. Please wait for his response.

-Zenkuro the Silent Blade

[azzie-beastbinder]

Dearest Hayashi -

Hello darling, I’m a high-profile celebrity changeling from… Lorwyn. Yes. It would delight me (in my manliness) to become your acquaintance, yet! I must don the disguise of another man. This is, of course, not an alter-ego. To project mine own unstable emotions at thou’s event is most distasteful. I do respect thou’s desires, however do you find seven feet tall, three hundred and fifty pounds with enough body hair to create rugs from it and great curves to be delightsome as I do?

P.S - If thou’st want my disguise removed, please ask a question only the real, most fantabulously perfect celebrity in all the planes would know.

I'm not particularly interested in partners that I have to constantly be wary of or who engage in mind games against me. I wish you luck with romantic endeavors elsewhere.

-Koda Hayashi