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Of Blood And Magic

@The One Come back and play wif us! Don't hate us D:

Mourning Mirrodin Tavern (A MTG sandbox roleplay)

Aspasia's eyebrow rose as Pax whirled around and slammed the drink on the counter. She cast a glance over the little metal creature. Myr they were, if she recalled correctly. She snatched up the bottle and, ignoring the shot glass, drank directly from the bottle. Damn, that wasn't half bad. Her eyes glinted excitedly as Pax crowded the little metal creature and whispered threats. Rooting for his anger, her fingers twitched towards her axes just in case. As the tension built between them, a feral grin unfurled as the Orzhov made his own demands and she... sat back with a huff as they seemed to drink happily together. Damn.

A woman, dressed in red and black, slipped up to the bar. Taking another swig, Aspasia rolled her eyes as it came to light she was another member of the church here. She seemed interesting at first too. Aspasia turned her attention to the little myr.

"That tends to be the opinion on wurms. However, thoughts change when they're on your side. Ever fought on the back of one while the Roil is whipping the winds around you? Best rush you'll ever have!" She chuckled and emptied the bottle and slammed it back on the table, "I prefer Hydras. Much angrier honestly." She stood to leave but stopped as the Orzhov male spoke up, "When did you get that? The coat over your armor. How long ago was it you got that?"

"Not sure. Don't really keep track of that. They over stayed their welcome in the forests so I found them and stuck my axes in their heads." She shrugged and leaned back on the counter, "Didn't steal it if that's what you're wondering nor is it for sale." She eyed the man carefully. She spent plenty of time avoiding the Guilds of this plane. She wasn't exactly comfortable with a member of one speaking directly to her.

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Mourning Mirrodin Tavern (A MTG sandbox roleplay)

The bustle and hustle of the city was an irritant to most, a blessing to some, and impossible for others. Today though, the throng split like water as a tall dark skinned woman stomped through the streets. Wearing animal pelts and leather and sporting two off white wicked looking double headed axes on her waist, the woman practically screamed fury. Her anger palpable, Aspasia cut a swift course through the hustle and bustle that impeded so many. A few brave souls stepped behind her, zipping out of her wake as soon as they could.

Damn it! Damn it all! she though furiously. First she got blindsided, unsatisfying beat the shit out the elfs that did, and planeswalked to the wrong part of this city. Shit. Aspasia grumbled as she stomped over the bridged onto the messa and bee lined for the tavern. She picked out twigs and leaves strewn through her hair and clothing. A few people glanced at the multiple cuts that adorned her arms. Wouldn't be snickering if they got caught in the damned Roil. she grumbled inwardly. Zendikar and all its splendor. She really did need another mana stone from there though.

She flung the door open with a bang and stomped inside, glancing as the bard spun her tale and scowled. Aspasia still hadn't returned to Theros. In fact, she adamantly avoided it. No need to involve herself with a malicious god again. A small twinge ran through her stomach as if to say "That's not why you won't go back." And it's true but she wasn't going to think about that. Her friends were probably upstairs at the gambling tables. She'd be there soon, whipping their butts easily. But first, a drink. Or seven. She slumped down next to the curious little thing in robes, rags, something or another. She'd learned prying wasn't really her thing.

"Oye, Pax! Get me a few shots of anything that'll make me drunker than an Akran in celebration! Pay from that damn weasel good enough to last me a long time. And after that assignment, shit I need something hard." She frowned slightly as green mist tricked from her hand up her arms, closing the nicks and cuts. "Also, damned weasel failed to tell me about the Mul Daya involved and that apparently the Joraga nation had an interest in those beasts! I got so pissed when a damned Mul Daya archer fucking appears, practically teleports!, into existance, shoots me in the leg and her head gets taken off by a Joraga warrior resulting in my wolves deciding Joraga tasted more delicious than a dead corpse. So I said screw it. Y'all wanna play with big dangerous creatures for fun, I asked. Fine have a hydra or two. A wurm for good measure. And then the gods would have it, the Roil role right on in. Like Morgis himself came up and decided AGAIN it was time to die. So damn done! Ran a wurm right under the tree a branch of the Mul Daya and a seven headed hydra ate the closest Joraga clan for good measure. No one is touching those birds for a long long time. Showed them exactly why they call me Nature's Wrath."

She frowned the rest of the people inside. What she really needed was a good fight to stretch her muscles but beating those bastards upstairs would help quite a bit. Last trip to Innistrad taught her some interesting tricks. Trappers were such devilish people, especially when they suprised you as a werewolf. Good thing their hides made such nice clothing. She absently rubbed the fur on her armor.

Mourning Mirrodin Tavern (A MTG sandbox roleplay)

@MarsAdept second floor is always open to the general public for gambling tables yes? If so, I'm going to write my character as a frequent enough patron of the place for that reason with a small group of people, if you are good with it ^.^

Mourning Mirrodin Tavern (A MTG sandbox roleplay)

@MarsAdept so quick question as I work on my post. Do your doors open inwards or outwards?

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@WeepingLiberty@Ellion okay so can vampires suffer from gingivitis? Need to know for dealing with Light's mouth.

Mourning Mirrodin Tavern (A MTG sandbox roleplay)

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

Mourning Mirrodin Tavern (A MTG sandbox roleplay)

@MarsAdept Double check me again? :P

Mourning Mirrodin Tavern (A MTG sandbox roleplay)

@MarsAdept What do you think?

Character

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

Magic the Gathering Sandbox Roleplay!!!

@MarsAdept I'm interested if you are still looking. I've been playing mtg since elementary school because it fun even if it's a financial black hole. Lore wise, I'm pretty well read on everything except the most recent stuff.