[CHAR] Mourning Mirrodin Tavern (A MTG sandbox roleplay)

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Known NPCs
This is where I will be keeping all the NPCs that are created, I mean, discovered though all y’all’s wanderings around the multiverse.

Planeswalker NPCs

Alexander Pax, the Mourning Mirrodin

Name: Alexander Pax

Alias: Tavern Master, The Mourning Mirrodin

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Druid

Appearance:

Hider

Magical Specialty: Fog magic

Primary Color: Green

Secondary/Tertiary colors: Blue and Red

Preferred creatures: He does not tend to use summoning, but when he does he tends to summon fast, quick ambush creatures.

Favorite mechanic/keyword: Flash

Home plane: Mirrodin

History: He is from Mirrodin for those who know what that is. He founded the Mourning Mirrodin Tavern on Ravinca

Groups/factions: He is the Tavernmaster of the Mourning Mirrodin tavern.

Trinkets/ Inventory: He carries a small piece of black steel by a string tied to his left wrist.

Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=-Nus11OumvI

Other: He does not tolerate fights within his bar nor those bearing Phyrexian markings.

Victoria Pax, Warmonger

Name: Victoria Pax

Alias: Warmonger, Mad Witch, Death’s Omen

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Class: Knight Wizard

Appearance:

Hider

Victoria is a tall 5 foot 6 inches athletic built woman. Her has brown hair and brown eyes. When she cast magic her eyes change colors mainly to reflect what color mana she is processing into her spells. Red mana makes her eyes glow a demonic red. White gives her ghostly look. Black mana oddly makes her iris glow as terrifying gold. If in complete darkness, these glowing eyes can be most terrifying.

When she is not in combat, she does not often were armor. One can see her usually sporting a crimson red dress with black trim who's skirt that falls to just below her knees.

Magical Specialty: She uses killing spells, lightning blasts, fire balls, and other ways of brutally dismembering foes with magic. She also has a way of summoning weapons and equipment from nowhere to aid her brutish front line combat style. If she gets too badly outnumbered she will create massive destruction to level the odds.

Primary Color: Black

Secondary/Tertiary colors: Red, then White

Preferred creatures: She dislikes summoning minions who will steal her glory.

Favorite mechanic/keyword: Exalted

Home plane: Theros

History:

Hider

Victoria was born on the plane of Theros, a realm where heroes and gods are idolized. Her childhood was very peacefully in comparison to the endless conflict of her later life. She was born to a very devout pair of farmers who worked peacefully in the shadows of the polis. Victoria, as a young girl, behaved and dreamed like the other girls that they would marry a hero and live happily ever after. When Victoria was 12, her family made a trip up to the polis in order to join a celebration in the city-state after it won a long war between the humans of the polis and the minotaurs of Mogis. Victoria and her family lined the road into the city as the victorious heroes rode into the city.

Theros is not just a plane of mortals, but a plaything of living gods. This excessive celebration of the victory was taken as an insult by the god, Mogis. Mogis sent his minotaur horde against the polis again. The minotaurs charged at the citizens of the city. As the citizens panicked and tried to get behind the walls of the polis, many were trampled by each other as well as minotaurs. The city defenders, who were caught off guard, failed to close the gates in time and the walls were breached. Victoria and her family were caught in the charge. She was protected from being trampled by the bodies of her mother and father. When everything around her fell silent, She pushed her way out of the pile of corpses. She looked around to see a single minotaur eating the remains of her brother. In despair and hatred, Victoria cried out. And Mogis answered. He blessed Victoria with madness, and she blacked out.

The god Mogis has a twin, the god Iroas. Both are gods of war, both gladly undermine each other. Victoria, in her berserk rage, began killing everything that showed hostility. Iroas saw her anger as justified and was impressed by her natural marital talents. Mogis only blinded her with rage, but that would never have gotten Victoria anywhere if she was not special. Iroas directed her madness against the minotaurs and aided her fight. Then he finally released her from Mogis's madness.

Victoria came back to herself. She was panting, her dress was covered in blood of minotaurs and humans, and wielding two swords not her own. She had no knowledge of how she got into the middle of the streets of the polis. There was a shout behind her and she turned to see the polis's champion and his closest troops behind him. She knew him well and even idolized him. His exploits had at one time been the bedtime stories that her mother told. Victoria dropped her swords as started to approach him. He however was not as pleased to see her. Her hero however was not as nearly happy to see her. Seeing her as a follower of Mogis for she once carried the blessing of Mogis, He ran her through the stomach with his spear. In shock of this betrayal, fear of death, and hatred for the man she once admired, her planeswalker spark ignited and she fell through the Blinding Eternities.

She emerged on the metal plane of Mirrodin. She was bleeding badly. She would have died shortly after if a Vedalken healer had not stumbled upon her. She was restored to health and after recovering she questioned her rescuer. The blue man was foreign to anything she knew. The Vedalken was a wizard who was looking for an answer to the Phyrexian oil that was corrupting his homeland. He had also informed her of the war that was now waging across the world. She felt obligated to repay the man, but he refused any payment. He however suggested that if she was truly determined to repay him, she could fight to protect the world from the phyrexian forces. This is the moment that she joined the Phyrexian-Mirrodin war.

Her fighting never made her path cross that of Elspeth, Venser, or Koth. She knew of Koth as he was an influential leader, but the other planeswalkers were less known. Her path was that of a common foot soldier. She learned how to wage war and how to fight true monsters. Her talents and her new-found skills eventually gained her command of a small group of soldiers. She was largely victorious, but she was fighting for a losing cause. Phyrexian forces had raw numbers over the Mirrodin forces. They also had a unified force and could coordinate across large distances. Phyrexians took vast areas of strategic importance despite any efforts of the Mirrodins. It slowly became clear to Victoria and her troops that the war was lost. Her men actively deserted before they were wiped out by the enemy. Those who remain lost the will to continued fighting. Victoria's war came to an end as the plane of Mirrodin accepted its identity as New Phyrexia. She did not stay on with the mirridon resistance. She stood on top a mountain looking down on the corrupted plain full of mindless Phyrexian drones. For the second time, she could see her faith and belief in high ideals fail before her. Clutching a small disk of Darksteel, a piece of Mirrodin that would never fall to Phyrexia, She shook her head and turned her back to it all as she planeswalked away.

Since this time, Victoria has wandered the multiverse fighting in conflicts all over and for all kinds of reasons, mainly coin. War was the natural state of nations, she might have well made a profit in such a reality. High ideals that Victoria was raised to believe in, she now understood they were lies told to encourage killing and death. Victoria no longer has a goal.

Needing a place to keep her just earnings, Victoria traveled to what was perhaps the most secure bank in the Multiverse, The Church of Orzhov on the Plane of Ravinca. She easily was able to buy a high position within the order and still have plenty of gold left over to keep it. She is higher than most clerics so she is not told what to do, but low enough to still get orders from the ghost council’s immediate subordinates.
She was leaving the Orzohv church for the first time when She encountered a man she thought long dead. He was nervously approaching the church seeking a loan. She intercepted him and together they walked through the streets of Ravinca. This man had fought alongside her during the Mirrodin-Phyrexian War. He had lead a separate force from her during the closing acts of the war. After a long discussing of future plans, Victoria agreed to lend him the money needed to start the tavern known as the Mourning Mirrodin that way he would not be in debt to the Orzhov. Victoria now frequents the establishment that she is partial owner. It reminds her of brighter days, but brings hope of bloodier days to come.

Groups/factions:
Patron of the Mourning Mirrodin Tavern.
Orzhov Syndicate
Mirrodin Resistance

Trinkets/ Inventory: She carries with her a darksteel relic on her belt. She does not carry weapons or wear armors, because she summons them in battle.

Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00pUTEqmmKg

Other:

Rachel Hargrove, Weaver of Dreams

Name: Rachel Hargrove

Alias: Weaver of Wonders

Age: 65ish but looks 21

Gender: Female

Race: Changeling

Class: Bard

Appearance:

Hider

Being a changling, Rachel can change her appearance at will. She often remains looking like a human despite changing things like outfits, hair color, length of hair, and skin tone. This has given the impression to many that she is just a human who uses magic. In truth, she can change into any humanoid of any race, or color, or gender ranging from 3 feet to 7 feet in height. She often uses her ability to shapeshift to represent characters in her songs.

Magical Specialty: Musical Magic- She inspires her allies to work together and strike true through her music whether vocal or instrumental.

Primary Color: White

Secondary/Tertiary colors: Blue and Green

Preferred creatures: She likes illusionary creatures that are created by her musical magic.

Favorite mechanic/keyword: Battlecry

Home Plane: Born on Lorwyn, raised on Dominaria, Lives on Ravinca

History:

Hider

Rachel was born on the plane of Lorwyn during the long days. She does not recall much of those early days. She however recalls running through the forests in terror before her spark ignited allowing her to escape her pursuers across the Blinding Eternities. She arrived on the plane of Dominaria. Lost and confused how she got to there, she wandered across the open plains. Spying weird creatures foreign to Lorwyn, she hid and watched them. Eventually taking their form, and approaching them. The humans she had encountered were friendly and helpful folks. Unable were they to explain how she got there or find her parents, they adopted this human looking changling as their daughter. For several years until around age 6, she did what she could the help around the human’s farm. However, when she was six, she came down with an illness that made it hard for her to help her adopted parents. The humans tried to get her magical help, but there was no aid. Sadly, they accepted Rachel’s disease as fate. Unable to work, Rachel found she could still play an instrument and sing beautiful songs. Rachel wore a veil and sang songs and played instruments in the local tavern for many years to bring in some money to her adopted parents.

Rachel was 18 when a storm came and destroyed the farmstead while she was away at the tavern to play. No longer did she have a need to stay in this small farming town. Keeping her face in a veil she began to travel Dominaria, playing and singing along the way. This lasted for many, many years and she say many places Dominaria had to offer. She even forgot about the lands of Lorwyn. That was until she met the most strange Human.
This human was something different. He looked so sad, so defeated, so lost. Something moved within her. She tried hard to cheer him. Never before or since has she seen a man so without hope and so defeated in his soul. She tried and tried. She sung her beautiful melodies till her soul rung dry. Saddened that the man never cracked a smile, she asked what she can do. He sadly replied, “remove your veil.” When she refused out of shock and fear of her disfigurement, he gently reached up and removed it. He expression immediately shifted, but not in the manner she had expected from experience. From sorrow, it did not turn to fright but a dark smirk like he knew something extremely important that she didn’t. He grabbed her hand and told her to hold her breath. She did and almost immediately the universe began to warp. He pulled her with him and her spark allowed her to follow him. They were no longer in a roadside shelter, but a vaste green forest from her earliest memories. He continued to become her to follow.

For a day and a half, they walked through the fairy-tale lands of Lorwyn. After which she came to a small villiage, for the first time in decades, she looked over the sight of her people, changelings. The changelings did not know her but they did know the cause of her affliction, her disfigurement. She had stayed in one form for too long without reverting to her original form. Not knowing or remembering her original form, had only made her condition incurable. Now seeing her people, she was able to relearn her powers of shapeshifting. However, lack of use limited her natural abilities. She stayed several days learning and healing. All the while the human watched her and smiled as she healed. Other changlings had taken interest in the human as none were native to this world. They mirrored his image and studied his form.

After some time, Rachel asked the human to teach her how to walk between worlds and show her lands beyond Dominaria. He agreed under a single condition. Accepting the condition and sealing their Covenant, Rachel and this man began wandering the multiverse. After some time, the man came to a plan. They traveled to Ravinca. While she moved to secure a deal over a rundown tavern, He moved to make a deal with the Orzhov Syndicate. Rachel was successful in her tasks, but the man was not. Instead, he came back with a rather proper looking woman. That woman vowed to pay for the Tavern in the man’s name and prop up the establishment with her own wealth. This moment was the official beginnings of the Mourning Mirrodin Tavern. The covenant between these three different planeswalkers began that very moment.

Groups/factions: Patron of the Mourning Mirrodin Establishment

Trinkets/ Inventory: She carries nothing special.

Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=Gz9cTIm6z4w

Other: She has a fierce loyalty to Alexander Pax. She might work as his tavern bard, but there seems to be something more to their relationship.

Non- planeswalker NPCs

[Protoman]

Lanestol, the Cardinal of Calamity

Name: Lanestol

Alias: The Cardinal of Calamity

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Priest

Appearance:

Hider

Lanestol stands 6' 2", wears light leather armor beneath his black robes becoming of a member of most planes' clergymen. He has a bit of a trimmer stature, on the lighter side of athletic as he relies more on his magics than physical capabilities.

Magical Specialty: Transfer of life energies (helps him stay young), defense and evasion

Primary Color: White

Secondary/Tertiary colors: Black, Red

Preferred creatures: Foxes, Clerics, Vampires, Priests, Demons

Favorite mechanic/keyword: Extort

Home plane: Innistrad

History: Lanestol was born on Innistrad, the realm of struggle between humanity and its predators, in the city of Ashmouth in the Stensia province. He started training in magic from his youth from one of the schools under the Church of Avacyn, initially training in healing and preventative magic. He began to work his way up to more advanced magics as a prodigy of the abbot in the church dedicated. Through plots and intrigue unknown to him at the time, his mentor, an elder, turned up dead one morning when he was 11. He continued his training through the succeeding elder, who taught him the darker sides of life magic, helping him channel his ability to take life, burn and corrupt from within. Though initially opposed, he gave in and trained in ways that undid his earlier lessons under the guise of "advancing his studies further and studying the countermeasures of life-giving magic."

Upon his graduation from the school, he began work as a cleric in the Church of Avacyn, entering the priesthood. He continued his work for his parish until he was 31. He had ascended to eldership for his parish one year earlier due to the high turnover rate (high turnover into food for vampires, werewolves and the undead). One day, he stumbled upon a secret meeting between his second mentor--now the Mayor--and a demon he had a contract with. The Mayor noticed Lanestol and threatened him, though his former student did not back down and challenged the Mayor to a duel, countering with the threat of revealing his dark pact to the town.

The duel ended after half an hour, with Lanestol narrowly besting his former mentor. Foregoing the opportunity to finish his fallen opponent, he instead questioned the Mayor about the death of his first mentor. He had begun to suspect a few things over the years, though without solid proof, he could not accuse him of anything. With his fate in his better's hands, the Mayor revealed he did, indeed, kill Lanestol's first mentor in an attempt to fast-track his way up the clergy ranks. His ultimate goal was to supplant the Lunarch himself. A burning in Lanestol's chest flared up like never before, anger and suppressed grief rising up and unleashing in the awakening of his Spark.

He planeswalked to Kamigawa, suddenly confused as to why he was not facing the fallen Mayor. Or why he did not even know where he was. It did not look like anything he had ever seen before. It was much more lush and the air much fresher than anywhere he had ever been on Innistrad. All he could do was walk and try to find someone. After two hours of wandering through the Jukai Forest, his injuries, drained power and hunger took the last of his energy. He awoke after a nearby kitsune village took him in when two of their sentries discovered him unconscious. An elder among them answered several questions he had about where he had wound up. In return, he used his skills to serve the village until he regained his bearings.

After he had figured out more about his planeswalking power, he finished repaying his dues and left to another plane, to Ravnica. Among the various guilds of the great city-state, he found his place best serving the Orzhov Syndicate, even after discovering their corruption. He resigned to always serving corruption in the church, giving partway into the darkness he was trained in. He continues ventures to other planes throughout the realms and making regular stops in Innistrad, Kamigawa and Ravnica, taking an occasional happy hour pit stop at the Mourning Mirrodin.

Groups/factions:
-Patron of the Mourning Mirrodin Establishment
-Church of Avacyn (former)
-Orzhov Syndicate

Trinkets/ Inventory: Carries a staff with him bearing the Orzhov sun insignia, which serves both as a channel for his magics and a solid beating stick up close. Wears a necklace with a near-indestructible ruby in the center.

Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=irnikRf7hEY&index=29&list=PLB1A736FC282F9FA4

Other: The necklace houses the deceased soul of a devious kitsune Lanestol defeated in his third trip to Kamigawa. He had originally possessed Lanestol before the planeswalker found a way to compromise and seal him in the gem since he could not eradicate the possessor completely. It does come around now and then and take control of Lanestol and has come to know his host's power. They remain attached to one another, even as Lanestol walks the realms.

[Achronum]

Aspasia, Nature's Wrath

Name: Aspasia

Alias: Nature's Wrath

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Class: Solider

Appearance

Magical Specialty: Creature Magic

Primary Color: Green

Secondary/Tertiary colors: Red

Preferred Summons: Beasts, Hydras, Wurms

Favorite mechanic/keyword: Bloodthirst

Home plane: Theros

History

Born and abandoned almost immediately, Aspasia grew up in Setessa as a ward of the Polei. From an early age, her subborness and temper shone through and gave her teachers more than one headache daily. Frequently abandoning her classes to play in the woods, the druids of Kalamara discovered her natural talent for creature magic, manipulation and calling creatures of the forest merely to play with her. They pushed and advanced her talents and by twelve could reduced a rampaging bull to a cowering calf with minimal effort.

Her martial training started at age ten and trained under the Liena Tower regimen for a decade. With a pair of single handed, double edged axes in hand, Aspasia was a force to be feared. Her wild, firey temper often made an appearance on the field and others avoided her as much as possible. Among the ranks, she was known as the Minotaur for both her rapid, overpowering combat style and irritable temperament. No one dared called her that to her face though. An axe between the ribs and eyes is often a good enough threat.

Her difficulty working with others made it impossible, both for the sanity of her superiors and better use of her skills, for her to stay with the main body and instead transfered to the Hyrax Tower to work as a scout at the same time as Phaedra. The two worked closely together for two years and were known as the regimen's best fighters. Their skills in stealth, manipulation, and combat far exceeded their comrades'. When Phaedra was given a leadership position, Aspasia refused to be her second in command and maintain a regular scout in favor of freedom from administrative duties. The pair reminded close friends and, when Aspasia returned from the field, would put of displays of martial skill to bolster the regimen's morale.

Only a few months after her friend's promotion, Aspasia discovered a minotaur shaman wandering the Sesseta wilds. Instead of heading back to report, she sent a falcon and continued to follow. He stopped inside a rather large grove within the forest and caught her eye. He'd known she was following. Before she could react, he smashed his skull into a tree as he chanted and the earth started rumbling. A final laugh and the minotaur flew skyward as the earth exploded in front of her. As the dirt settled, she froze. A hydra stood where the grove once did, blocking out the sun. Time seemed to stand still.

Suddenly she was aware of a star clad woman standing with a bow in her hands and a smirk on her face. What, scared? Her posture seemed to suggest. Aspasia growled, temper rising. Startled yes, scared no. She took a deep breath just as the Hydra did and roared in tandem. Winds ripped trees out of the ground as the two voices clashed, her own meeting in volume and intensity fueled by green mana. Determind, Aspasia was unaware of the approach of others and the disbelief on their faces as she challenged the Hydra. The beast fell silent first. She grinned and, as shakey and worn as she was, threw her head back and laughed.

Until she stared at the blood crazed eyes of Mogis. They stared down and, with a roar in her mind, a crackling bolt of red slammed through her, intertwining with her own magic. She blacked out. When she came to, the Hydra was shredding itself to bits and the troops of Setessa laid slaughtered at her feet. Blood dripped off her axes and slowly her memory came back. The eyes, the intense bloodthrist, the Hydra and her moving in tandem, a race to see who could kill the most. As a scream passed her lips, a green flash of light twinge with red bolts throughout forced the world out of focus. The world shook, blue twirled around her, green slithered and writhed as brown popped in and out, and then... nothing. She faded to black again.

The following two years were spent in the company of Bala Ged elves on the plane Zendikar to which she had inadvertently traveled when her spark activated. She struggled with the red corruption of her magic. Creatures she summoned because rabid and bloodthristy and difficult to control. But a challenge she loved and a challenge she crushed. After saving the Elven village she had stayed in from a great wurm, Aspasia decided to served Nylea, the goddess that had goaded her to action, across the multiverse, punishing those that take from nature more than they return.

Personality: Aspasia is a double sided coin. On one side, she is furious and crazy. People that don't know her tend to find her intimidating, overwhelming, and disagreeable. On the other, she is fun and jouful, loves playing pranks and dancing, even having grown a fondness for gambing and alcohol. If intensity is what you need, Aspasia is who you want.

Groups/factions:
Setessa military
Patron of the Mourning Mirrodin Establishment

Trinkets/ Inventory: An Anklet of vines and emeralds fashioned from the wilds of Zendikar that pulses with the plane's green mana, twin single hand axes made of the teeth of a great wurm.

Theme Song: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VR7RlvjsplA

[Hylozoist]

Two-One

Name: Two-One. Fully, "219E18".
Alias: The Lost
Age: Four.
Gender: N/A. Refers to himself as male.
Race: Myr.
Class: Artificer
Appearance: Underneath the layers of ragged looking robes, Two-One is an Alloy Myr; a short, mechanical creature that stands at a little under four feet tall. Much like the robes, Two-one has seen better days - his metal carapace is covered with scratches and dents, and any shine has long since dulled. Two of the lights, the green and the white, have cracked and glow far more dimly than the others.

Magical Speciality: Artifact creation.

Primary Color: Colourless.

Preferred Creatures: More Myr, with other occasional constructs.

Favourite Mechanic / Keyword: Affinity.

Home Plane: Mirrodin / New Phyrexia.

History: Since the first disagreement amongst the Myr, many went on to pursue their own goals - some looked within themselves to find a purpose, while others looked to others for ideas. A few, quite possibly the most reckless and generally disagreeable of the Myr, considered that one of the goals of their previous Master - to become a Planeswalker - was very much the right thing to do. Rather than go down the "failed" route that their Master had taken, they looked over what information they had available and hatched their own scheme.

Planeswalking, they figured, seemed most likely to come about through exposure to extremely dangerous situations, as if whatever thing inside a would-be planeswalker rose up to defend itself. While there seemed to be no way of knowing what creature would carry such a thing, the group of Myr agreed that if they were to create enough Myr, and put them into dangerous situations, one of their creations would eventually reveal itself to be a planeswalker. The continued battles of the Mirran Resistance would provide the dangerous situations, and the group of Myr would provide the creatures to - potentially - be awoken.

The plan worked. Eventually. Myr 219E18, based on the Alloy Myr model, awoke during a particularly diastrous battle. The early attempts to cause a planeswalker to awaken had failed, and - following a heated debate - it was understood that the use of exceedingly capable combat-focused Myr models wouldn't result in the sort of dangerous, high-stress situation required. So, as the experiments continued, different types of Myr were deployed in different combinations. So it was that this particular Alloy Myr, in the final stages of a hopeless battle, turned and fled like so many others. Unlike the others, 219E18 was observed to simply disappear. The spark had awoken in the face of terror and devestation. Now all these Myr had to do was to try it again, and again, and again, to create another planeswalker that could go out and find the one they'd created.

219E18 spent his time trying to work out how to get home, and struggling with the question of whether or not he should even want to return. There were an infinite number of planes to explore, and (hopefully) Mirrodin would one day be a safe enough place to return to. "Two-One," as he began referring to himself, happily travelled through the planes, learning through trial and error (mostly error) what it was that he wanted to do with himself. "Home" could wait. He wanted to explore. He wanted to help people. He wanted to not get chewed on by giant wurms. He'd make more Myr as he went, leaving a trail for whoever else escaped Mirrodin to follow. He wanted to watch new suns dance across unknown skies.

And so he wandered. It was only a matter of time before he wound up on the plane of Ravnica, and the name of one particular tavern called out. If Two-One believed in fate, or signs, or anything of that sort, the Mourning Mirrodin Tavern would be one.

Groups / Factions:
Patron of the Mourning Mirrodin Establishment
Creator of various (rather poorly made...) Myr scattered throughout the Multiverse.

Trinkets & Inventory:
Robes, from various planes, in varying states. Mostly tattered. Some have clearly been stitched together from multiple bits of clothing.
A backpack, containing various pieces of scrap metal, interesting looking stones, bundled up spare clothes, a small sword that has lost it's edge, and other assorted bits of useless stuff picked up over the years.

Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBArbyXP7dY