#pythas

[bashirsjammies]

pythas lok im ur biggest fan

[lady-olynder-mortarch-of-grief]

OH HEY HAVE I EVER MENTIONED THAT I HAVE FANWALKERS? CUS I HAVE FANWALKERS

Wanna hear about them? If you said no, keep scrolling! Otherwise click the read more!

For now they all seem to be from Ravnica, but they might not be in the future.

SYLVYNNA

Zombie Elf (LICH) GB. True Neutral

Magic speciality: Necromancy

Home Plane: Ravnica

First Planeswalk: Dominaria (Urborg)

Sylvynna was an elf born in the Decamillinium, the ten thousand year time under the original guildpact. Born to the Golgari, she sparked in a struggle between noble houses. Finding herself in a strange new place, unable to return home due to the isolating powers of the Guildpact. In her travels, she never forgot her home, always longing to return.

In her travels, her proclivity for the magics of unlife she had cultivated in her youth, honoring the cycles of life and death in the tradition of the Golgari. 

With the dissolution of the original guildpact, Sylvynna has reutrned to Ravnica, unfamiliar to her home as she is to it, now a lich. 

CATARIAH

Human (Warlock) UB, Neutral Evil

Magic speciality: Alchemy

Home Plane: Ravnica

First Planeswalk: Innistrad (Nephalia)

Catariah was born to the Orzhov, and as an adult she found herself as one of their most brutal enforcers, transmuting the corpses of her debtors into piles of coins. Though she always felt distant from her guild, not ascribing to their philosophies.

When Bolas invaded with his army of eternals, her spark ignited, though she was unable to leave the plane. Despite this, she saw another world, one with a silver moon and heard a voice. “COME TO ME.” 

When the events of War of the Spark concluded, she found her way to Innistrad, where she learned of an extraplanar being trapped in the moon. Seeking to improve her alchemical prowess, she committed to learning all she could from those in Nephalia and elsewhere, even opening herself to the influence of Emrakul to further aid in her abilities, at the cost of seeking to find away to free this being from the moon.

PYTHAS

Loxodon (Bard) GW, Chaotic Good

Magical speciality: strength boosting

Home Plane: Ravnica

First Planeswalk: Theros

Pythas was born  to the Selesnya, though when he reached maturity, he quickly found he didn’t fit in and set out on his own, as his compatriots found him crass and rude. 

Not seeking to disrupt the civility, he found his way to Tin Street, performing at various inns and taverns, picking up the abililty to play several instruments and sing as well as weave stories.

In a brawl that broke out, he sought shelter behind the bar, sending waves of magic rolling through the tavern to try and protect himself, but in his fear he wove spells of might rather than calm, leading to him almost being crushed by a thrown cask of ale, were it not for the spark. He found himself in a world of Myth, on Theros.

Here, his magic flourished, allowing for even greater feats. His mastered his trade, vowing to never make the same mistake again. Now with a word, he can make a foe drop their weapon, or an ally strong enough to wrestle even a hydra.

Sorry if my thoughts seem disjointed, I just wanted to get his out, but am very tired. Feel free to ask questions!

[bashirsjammies]

what's their ship name

[conducting-cardassia]

At the soirée, would you be nervous about allowing three other men the use of Your purse? Or worried that you would get jealous watching them and spoil the experience? You have always seemed pretty particular about the handling of your Property...

… And nothing has changed about that. I am very particular about the handling of my Property.

But these are individuals that have been in our mutual circle of friends for many years. I know them, and I trust them to understand and obey the rules.

I understand where you might have been getting the impression that my attitudes about handling my Property have changed, maybe become lax – it does seem to have come up rather frequently, lately. But, please, dear anon, do not mistake a coincidence for evidence that I have allowed Elim’ik to become cheap.

To be allowed access to My purse is understood, by all three of these individuals, to be an enormous privilege that comes with a lot of responsibility – in all senses, including the literal: they become answerable to me. To abuse the trust placed in them in any way – including developing a sense of entitlement, however slight – would be unforgivable, and result in the immediate and permanent revocation of all privileges they might have enjoyed.

These are men of impeccable manners and tastes, and I have vetted them rigorously.

You are right: I do have a jealous streak, and the restrictions on handling My purse do have something to do with that – I can admit to so much. They’re in place to assert my authority. But they’re not designed to keep us from enjoying intimacy. They’re not designed to primarily restrict, but rather, to protect.

They’re also there for Elim. They protect him from actions that would be a violation. And he knows it, and is profoundly grateful for it.

In the end, I decide. Do you know what this responsibility feels like? It’s powerful, but it is also very serious. Do you know what it would do to him if I made the wrong choice? Believe me when I say, whatever liberties I may grant with respect to My purse, are well reflected and rare.

But because they are, I would not be nervous during our soirée, but rather, enjoy it to the fullest capacity.