How do you think your fanplanes would handle Phyrexian invasion? at least based off of what we’ve seen so far
Now that the story for March of the Machine is out and we have a better understanding of just what the invasion of the Multiverse entailed, here is how my planes faired @leafdrake-haven.
Floramore
As the clear sun blessed skies above the verdant plane where ripped asunder, the branches of the invasion tree quickly Sought the few population centers upon the largely rural world.
One of which was Soleildorée, the palace of the Sun king and where dozens of aristocratic courts fraternized on the daily. The branch came crashing into the protective charms that shielded those with from harm external harm, but which also prevented those with from harming each other. But the elaborate crafted enchantments could only buy them a few moments before giving way. It was a slaughter, the guards stationed there where largely ceremonially, their duties consisting of escorting nobles who feel out of favorer off the primacies.
The pregnant Queen Elenora was escorted to safety by her loyal thorns threw the maze of catacombs beneath the palace. As with in the grand ball room, amongst the cacophony of panicking nobles, those who had long been plotting against King Alphonse struck. The young king felt a blade slip into his back as a honeyed voice whispered bitterly in his ear. "Dusk has come for the kingdoms of the living, now rises the king of the blood moon," No one even notices the alabaster sun bleed out upon the marble floor.
In the west on a hill overlooking the malfaisant wood is the last great castle from the time of the verdant kings. A branch having planted itself in the courtyard and the sound of a massacre could be heard. But it is not the inhabitance of the ancient keep that die this day, but those foolish enough to defile the home of Duke Lyle the Dhampir master of the hunt. The whirlwind of death that takes place there leaves the Phyrexian in reeling in honor. As their precious oil bubbles and hisses against Lyle's cold pale skin, before flaking away harmlessly like autumn leaves.
For it is in this moment that this plane so abundant in organic life let it's distain for those who had come to despoil it known. Across fields of wilding flowers herds of unicorns manifest from between beams of sunlight, horns lowered in a living phalanx that crashes into the Phyrexian host. Swarms of fairies swirls long the branches of the invasion tree, sticking prickles, stolen needles and bits of glass between the armor of the unnatural invaders. In small towns all across the plane errant knights come to their defense, reliving the glory of the age of chivalry. As covens of witches tap into the fear and panic flooding Floramore to weave curses of power not seen before.
For if ever there was a plane of nightmares for the Phyrexians it is here, where even the oil in their veins feels as if boils.
Out of all my planes Floramore fairs the best, below are short snippets of what happens with a few other others if you interested.
Hyverta
Being a planeswalker who is actively looking for allies to aid him in his fight with the Discordance, Nivel knew of the Phyrexian's planes to invade the multiverse. Sadly there was little he could do to rally his home in defense of another threat as it was actively being torn apart by the first. So when the sky shattered and great tendrils wound their wat to the cities not yet laid low by rampaging elementals, the half orc thought this was the end. Only the Phyrexian found the Discordance every bit as vexing as the natives of Hyverta did. Their magic acted erratically, turning upon them as it became sentient and hostile. The entire plane descending into anarchy.
Lochtamor
The great powers of Lochtamor had long been preparing for war with one another so the Phyrexians found them neither unprepared, nor lacking. The highlands erupted into battle before the first branch even touched the ground. The clans of cat giants found there are warriors to their core and always eager for a fight and meet the invaders with a ferocity they where unexpecting. Above the bright isle star faced angels did battle with twisted mockers of their forms as below the polished armor of the kingdoms defenders dripped with oil. The invading forces that found their way to the Thurngul forest quickly became lost in the maze like woodland. The elves of moon and shadow used their magic to isolate their would be conquers and pick them off one by one. But al is not well for one of the Invasion trees branches found it's way to the heart of the plane, Loch Tamor, the great lake where the lay lines of the world meet. Already the surface of the lake bubbles with glistens as a great storm threatens to drown the plane oil. Earthquakes rock the lands as drakes and wyrms burst forth twisted into phyrexian likeness, as the primordial elder dragons drown in the essence of phyrexia.
Kamakshetra
The great jungle plane only has one population to speak of, the grand city Zataparva. The branches of the Invasion tree rip the city the spans the Bo river in two, sending great portions of it crashing into the waters below. The battle for the city was over before it even started, the population fleeing into the relative safety of the jungles. Those that could fight engaging in gorilla warfare as the man-eating plants and chimera beasts prey upon the invaders. All around them the thousand avatar and incarnation of the goddess, for who for the plane in named for, brings her fury down upon Norn's orthodoxly.
Crusabella
Crusabella knew of the coming invasion long before it happened for those gifted with visions of future spoke in unison of metal demons pouring from the sky upon the tendrils of a Eldredge kraken. The church had to put many of them down as black tear poured from their eyes and their bodies became hosts of metal demons. But when the invasion happened they could not have foreseen that the longest held prophecy, the one given by the prophetess the church was founded, upon would come to pass. The halls of the Candled Thrown where thrown upon and the angel gather soul flooded back upon the plane. The souls inhabit anything they can, the finely crafted marble armors made by the church, gargoyles and even entire ships as the gathered with the living to bright back this invaders.
Sucrotopolis
The lands made entirely of sugar and spice was in the mist of a brutal civil war. So when this strange being made of meat and metal came spilling from the sky the Sugar and Spices put aside their difference momentarily to fight a common threat. Though the Phyrexians quickly discover that everything on this plane was organic, but a form of processed organic material that their oil could not interact with in any significant way. So just as quickly as the invasion of Sucrotopolis started the branches of the Invasion Tree returned back threw the portals it opened as their forces would best be used elsewhere. So with that distraction out of the way the Sugars and the Spices got back to killing one another.
