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Magic The Gathering: Planeswalker Adventure.

So, currently, we don't have an exact story yet. I was hoping that everyone would help us come up with a story together. Pretty much, if you want to play on any given plane, just let me know. In the meantime, here's a character sheet. Anyone who wants to explore a specifically given plane, just let me know.

Character Sheet

Name: (Your characters name?)
Age: (How old are you?)
Gender: (Male? Female? Apache Helicoptor?)
Home Plane: (Which plane are you from? Dominaria? Kaladesh? Llorwyn? Alara?)
Species: (Magic has a vast plethora of species to play as from all across the multiverse. Please have your character come from a plane that their species exist on. I mean, if you come from Innistrad, then you can't really play an Elf or a Homarid, but at the same time, if you come from Vryn, then Vampire's aren't exactly available. Apart from that, feel free to play any sentient species within reason. Only things I will draw the line at are absolutely gigantic species such as Giants, Sphinx and Dragons or anything that is mentally incapable of working with others such as Innistrad Vampires and Eldrazi.)
Appearance: (What do you look like? Pic and/or description.)
Colour Identity: (Everyone will start with 1 or 2 colours of magic that they draw power from. Naturally, as the game goes on and your personality changes, your powers that you draw from may change. If you do, then your powers might change.)
Powers: (What funky powers and magics do you use?)
Skills: (Some abilities are just the result of you being just that damn good at what you do.)
History: (How did you Spark? What planes have you been to? What interesting people have you met? What are the most important parts of your life?)
Equipment: (What do you carry on your your person?)
Misc: (Anything i've missed?)

A note on Colours

So, you may be wonrdering "What the fuck do colours have to do with my character" Well, there are 5 colours of magic, each are associated with different abilities:

Red: Aggression (Fire and destruction magic)
Green: Nature (Growth, Beasts, Plants)
White: Protection (Healing and deflection)
Blue: Control (Psychic powers, flight)
Black: Death (Necromancy, Destruction magic paid with your own life force or the life force of others)

So, different combinations may yeild different results, such as Control and Death might create beings that drain the psychic essence from someone.

Magic The Gathering

Well, with 5 people, we can go. I'll try to get an OOC up either tomorrow, or Thursday.

BTW, Can we get a vote for the First or second idea, or if anyone else has idea's for a story they want me to run, just say.

Magic The Gathering

Shit, forgot about this. Well, if you guys are still interested, I'm willing to run.

@soren@Weird Tales@TaliPaendrag

Star Wars: A Veiled Threat

Gloopra let out a long exhale as he stared at the comm-link. It was taking some time to connect, as well as to answer. He sat, eyes closed, quietly meditating as he waited for it to connect. Finally, the visage of a woman appeared in the comm-link. She was tall, wearing an ornate head-dress and facial tattoo's. He bowed to her. "Kalai, I have questions I need answered." He said. The woman crossed her arms and gave him a stare of mild annoyance.

"11 months since our last communication, and your first words are to demand answers?" she asked. She then laughed and shook her head. "You truly are a Jedi. But, very well, I will answer."

"I have discovered a Dark Force user on a planet in the outer rim. He calls himself "Blank" I need to know if he is one of yours?" The woman looked him up and down.

"It is most likely a false name. I doubt he is one of ours, though, the only male in recent memory to spend any considerable amount of time with us was you. Mikasha took a Nightbrother as her mate, but they have never left the planet."

"I doubt he is a Nightbrother, they aren't exactly known for allowing outsiders into the clan."

"And we are?" Kalai pouted.

"The difference is that the Nightbrothers weren't almost wiped out in recent memory. Besides, he feels more like a Sith. That callous coldness in his eyes..." He replied. They then stood, staring at each other for almost a minute.

"Greeta succeeded in her right of Passage." Kalai finally said.

"That is good. She is strong... Do you know the current condition of Akrosh?" he asked.

"Last time I had any communication with him, he had managed to make his way to full Warrior. But, he is alive to the best of my knowledge." They then sat for another minute of silence.

"I will be getting some leave soon. I was planning on visiting. Seeing you, Greeta and, maybe, Akrosh." He sighed. Kalai looked at him sternly.

"You need to let it go... He doesn't want to join the Order. He is happy where he is."

"You know damn well why I can't let it go." He grunted.

"If that's how you feel, don't bother coming to see us, it'll just turn into another argument." She pouted.

"He should have been raised by the order. You are the one that sent him to the Brothers. You can't keep sweeping under the rug the fact that my son is a Nightbrother, when he should be a Jedi. You didn't give him the choice, you didn't give me the choice!" He shouted.

"Tell me, were he raised by the Jedi, would he have wanted to become a Nightbrother?" Gloopra sat down again. "You wanted him in your world, I wanted him in mine. You may be his father, but I'm his mother and... You were the one that went on that deep undercover mission for 3 YEARS!!! I couldn't contact you. They are supposed to be given to the brothers as soon as they are able to eat solid food, you know this. I wasn't about to go against Mother Shelish's law and just waltzing up to the Jedi Temple and saying "Hi, by the way, this is Gloopra's half Dathomirian son. He spent 2 years living on one of the places you despise most" would have gone very well for him, wouldn't it?" Gloopra looked down.

"I..." He groaned.

"I understand... But, the fact still remains... Akrosh is in their world. Arguing will solve nothing." At that point, Gloopra heard a baby crying in the background. He looked up. Kalai slipped out of the hologram for a minute, before coming back with the crying infant.

"Is..." He asked, slowly. Kalai nodded.

"HE is..." She smiled. "He just awoke."

"This one is coming to the temple with me." He said, sternly. She laughed.

"That... Is fair." She smiled. She waved a finger above his face. The baby looked almost human, but he had the blue orb eyes of a Rodian as well as the Antenae and the pointed ears. His skin was mostly grey with a few green blotches.

"Hello, little one... I will meet you soon, in person..." He said in baby talk, before beginning to sing in Rodian, a lullaby he had found in one of the archives. The baby yawned.

"You never held any of them, did you?" She asked. He shook his head. "It is almost time for the feeding, I need to go. I will give Greeta your regards." He smiled and finished the comm, the hologram disappeared. He turned around, a little smile on his face. He needed to name the child. It didn't matter what the Witches named him, he would have to be given to the temple anonymously in order to keep his family's identity a secret. He got up and walked to the door. For just a moment, this whole crisis seemed... So far away. He would get the chance to raise a son right. He left the room and bowed to the guards, before walking back to the wardroom, seeing if there was any progress made on a plan.

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Gloopra listened to Kale talk. Kale was right, he was afraid. He had fought thousands of foes, almost met death on too many occasions to count... But the idea that this Dark Sider's was a prelude to another Jedi Holocaust... To lose the only people that had ever given a damn about him as a person. He had lost sight of the big picture. He had read the reports, the stories, he knew that the last holocaust had been preluded by a Dark-sider that had been thought to be Sith slaying a Jedi Master. Things were... Eerily familiar. "I apologize..." He said, once again to Kale "I will need to... Meditate... But first, I believe Knight Anari also deserves an apology." He bowed to the master, before turning and walking away.

He soon found Anari talking with Lahana, who had adopted some Civilian attire. He didn't stay long, he was brief and blunt "Knight Anari, I apologize for my outburst in the wardroom. I am afraid that I have allowed Fear to cloud my judgement. I do not make apologies for feeling fear, Master Skywalker taught me that it is not the emotions we feel, but the actions we take with them... And I am afraid that, were I not stopped, I could have made a grave error. I thank you." He said. He didn't feel there was anything more to be said, he bowed to Anari, then to Lahana, then left.

****

"Please, you have to be able to spare something? Anything?" she pleaded. The bold man in the hologram stared at a dataslate.

"I'm sorry, but their is nothing. All ships coming in and out of the system are already assigned to other sectors. I cannot divert a ship to you."

"Anything will do, I'm desperate. I've already called my contacts on Kuat, Corellia, Mon Cala, hell, i've even had to call up my friends on Raxus and asked if they have any ships that they have yet to break up that they can pull out of mothballs to send us. Fondor is the third largest shipyard in the galaxy, I doubt you have nothing at all."

"Nothing without prior conscription." He said. "Look, I sympathise with you, but you are not the only woman waging their own little war."

"But I am doing this for the good of these people here. I'm not in this for the guts or the glory. I am in this because people are suffering and, to them, it seems like the only thing the Republic are doing is making a token effort. If I can get a ship in orbit, we can start raiding slaver ships, stopping their outgoings and incomings, show that we are actually making a difference here. I hate the idea that the Populace will hear my speech and say "Oh, well it's all well and good for her, she's not the one living under scum boots. She can pretend to care all she wants, but she's not doing much but squashing a few drug dens here and there." I need something to show the people that the Republic is in this for the long haul. That we are in this till the bitter end, win or lose. That when we say we will help them, that we will move the very stars themselves to free them from this oppressive regime of scum and villainy." She seethed. The man sighed.

"Dammit, Vrerr, you always did have a way with words..." He sighed. "Look... I'll make some calls. I might be able to put you in contact with some mercenaries that I know-"

"No mercs, it needs to be a Republic ship." She shook her head.

"Why Repiblic? The people will not care where the Republic's aid is coming from, so long as it is coming."

"2 reasons: 1) The Republic will be seen to just be throwing money at a problem to try and make it go away. Not exactly confidence inspiring. And 2) Mercenaries can't be given authority to make arrests, it'll cause more trouble than it'll quash. And I will not just send people to kill them. I want these sentient-smugglers and drug traffickers to brought to justice, not shot to pieces." The man nodded a little.

"You're not making it easy for me... I'll do what i can, but I cannot promise anything."

"Anything will do, a small boarder-patroller will be enough, as far as i'm concerned." She said. He nodded and ended the transmission. She threw herself down into a large chair and rubbed her eyes. "Force... Dammit..." she groaned. "I need a drink..." She trudged over to the refridgeration unit and poured a small glass of Juma, before walking back and beginning to stare into it. Just before she could drink, the comm-link started to beep.

"Senator, Master Gloopra is here to see you." said the voice of one of the guards.

"Send him in." She responded, before getting up. Gloopra opened the door and walked in. "Gloopra, I was..." She put the drink down. "I'm not going to Lie, I was about to drink myself stupid, come up with a speech, then fix it into something coherent tomorrow... It's been a long day."

"Indeed it has... I need you to do me a favour." He asked. She nodded. "I need you to let me use your secure senatorial comm-channel to contact... Someone..." Vrerr starred at him.

"Your w-" Gloopra put his hand up to indicate her to stop, then nodded. "Of course... I know how much you value your privacy on this one. There's nobody in the galaxy that could trace this, unless they knew exactly what they were looking for. Do you want me to leave?"

"If you could." He sighed.

"Of course..." She walked over to the communicator and pressed in the senate's daily scrambler algorithm. "Just put in the location and you'll be good to go." She said. She then walked over to him and gave him a hug. She knew that he wouldn't have asked this unless it was something rather serious, she didn't want to pry. She felt him hug her unusually strongly, before they left their embrace and she walked out. The door closed. She looked at the two guards "Master Gloopra is performing some very serious communications. He is not to be disturbed under any circumstances." She ordered.

"Would you like one of us to accompany you?" one asked.

"For the last time, I will be fine. Why do you think i've been asking you to guard my room instead of me?" she smiled. They stood to attention, one with his force pike in hand, the other with a blaster rifle. She decided to go for a wander whilst Gloopra was using her room. That glass of Juma would stay chilled for a while...

Star Wars: A Veiled Threat

@SoleAccord I know, I know, I know. I think I just had an aspie freakout moment, I apologize.

Star Wars: A Veiled Threat

It's not what you said, it's the way you said it. Maybe Outright was the wrong word.

Star Wars: A Veiled Threat

Vrerr suggested parking a battleship in orbit to force the criminals into making a move, in response, Anari outright accused her of wanting to threaten the planet with orbital bombardment on civilians. If Anari was supposed to be overreacting, then fine. Gloopra was totally in the wrong, yes, but Vrerr's suggestion was perfectly reasonable.

Star Wars: A Veiled Threat

Alright, altered my post from earlier and took into account that I am pretty sure @SoleAccord completely misinterpreted what Vrerr was saying.