While playing the game we sometimes wonder what it would look like if our actions were to play out exactly how our turns go. This is an example, a translation of the meeting between two of my decks. It's not as easy as it looks, as some play does not always transfer so well into reality. Or fantasy...whatever.
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He was confused, alone, and most of all scared. Seconds ago he was about to have the etherium ripped from his body. A punishment for the serious crime of hording Etherium for himself. On Esper, where etherium was invaluable, to horde any for yourself was punishable by death. But somehow he had escaped. The young man had felt the pull, had felt ethrium start to tear, and then something happened. Something in his head seemed to spark. There was a flash of light, and suddenly he was in strange world filled with the mana of what could've been countless Espers. But there was more, two more strands of mana he could not recognize or understand. Nothing in the Codex's could hope to explain this. He stumbled through this Blindness, thinking maybe this was death. He had died and this was his fate, but at that moment he felt something near him. It seemed to resemble Esper, but it had more to it. Whatever it was the man attached himself to it. He was afraid of his new fate, and wanted to just go back home. But he was unprepared for what he was about to see.
As he drew closer to the new world he could tell it truly was different, but in the swirling manahe cared not. Touching this world he was suddenly deposited into it. He fell a few feet before crunching onto soft ground. His etherium was strong, but he could feel it groan from the impact. Picking himself up he saw that he had fallen onto some kind of plantlike material. On Esper they only had these growing in small concentrated patches, but here it was all over. Standing up he realized he was on a hill, and these...plains, stretched out for as far as he could see. But there was no order, no control here. The plants seemed to grow as they pleased, a small dirt road wove it's way in and around the valleys and peaks of the numerous hills. Looking up he was shocked to see clouds. It wasn't really the clouds though, it was the disorder. They floated where they wanted; they had natural shapes, absolutely no touch of a crafting hand. Truly this was different from his home. Esper seemed so far away to him now.
"Haha! So the old woman was right! Glad to see you made it in one piece. Wouldn't want my catch to get away right?" A voice cried out from the bottom of the hill and the young man looked down. Below was a man that seemed about his age, he had short, cropped, blond hair. He wore leather armor on his chest and thighs, but actual greaves and gauntlets. He didn't seem to have any Etherium enhancements though, perhaps that was why he only wore metal on his flesh. The man also wore a large white cloak, but it did nothing to hide the two swords he wore at his waste. "Hey man, wake up! You there?!"
"Who are you? Where am I? And what do you want with me?" The traveler called back.
"Me? I'm no one, just a mercenary hired by some lunatics to do a job."
"Where am I?" he asked again.
"Not very charming I see," the mercenary mumbled, "This is Ahstar. A different plane from your own considering your highly confused look."
"Plane? I know not of which you speak. Who hired you? Was it the Seekers? I assure you I will not go down easily!"
The Esperite held up his hands, drawing on the mana of Esper. He felt the carefully crafted oceans, the sculpted islands, the detailed and maintained swamps and plains. Their energy slowly came back to him, even on this distant world.
"Oh no. No no no no no! I was hoping we could do this without a fight man. And I'm not from the Speakers, or whatever."
But the newly awakened walker was no longer listening. Drawing from his mana he felt the manaof his old home in come to him. It was a place where he could tap into all forms of mana. His sanctum.
The mercenary through off his cloak, watching the other draw mana, and began to do so himself. This world, ruled by white mana in every way, was his home. And he had bonded with much of it in his travels. He drew directly from the ground and prepared a summon. Unsure what the volatile Esperite might do, he would call on his armies, and hopefully be able to subdue the mage. As his hands glowed a portal seemed to open and from it a man walked out. His stature showed that he was skilled, he was a loner but he was elite. He looked to his summoner, nodded his head and looked at the opposing mage.
The Etherium clad man now drew from even more mana and summoned a small glass fiend. It was minuscule, no bigger than a hummingbird; shards of glass fell from it as it moved around. And it did move. It buzzed back and forth around his head, waiting for his attack. But he may not get the chance.
The merc had decided that the best idea was to take down his prey as fast as possible. The little summon did nothing to phase him and he had to act quickly. With a motion to his new ally, he sent him careening up the hill. The traveler barely had time to react, moving to the side as the soldier swung his sword down. It was just barely to slow a dodge and the Planeswalker felt the blade sink into his arm. It stung but it would heal. Looking up the Vanguard had returned to the side of his master.
He would have to pay this mercenary back for that. Once again, the Esper'walker summoned another creature. This one was one of the Seekers, a bounty hunter he had subdued and gained control of. As the Vedalken walked through the rift he looked around confused, and then took his place by the man's side. With him though came small shards of Etherium which attached themselves to the Fiend. It was then that the Walker ordered the attack. Buzzing high into the sky, the Fiend, now the size of a large bird dived at the mercenary. He had little time to throw up his guard and the creature collided into him. As it flew back to it's owner the merc attempted to draw more of his mana.
It was to no avail though and not wanting to lose a defender he waited for the Walker's next move. The Esperite smirked; this merc wasn't as tough as he had come off to be. And it was about to get a whole lot worse for him. Remember an old mentor of his he drew on that memory and attempted to recreate it. Another rift opened, and from it came one of the highest members of Esper Society. An Etherium Master. It was they that deigned who got Etherium and when. But they were seldom seen. As he came into this world he drew on the energy of the other etherium laced creatures around him and in turn they drew from him. As the fiend grew once again the Merc looked up and sighed. It seemed fate was unkind to him today, his mana had dried out, and he and his comrade were outnumbered.
As the merc watched the glass creature rise into the air he pulled mana from every source he knew. He didn't care that some may be dry, he pulled with all his might. As the mana gathered within him, he slowed his breathing, and looked straight at the man he was supposed to capture, "Well, this wasn't the plan. Don't think I've given up on you or anything. I'll be back buddy, you can count on that." And with a flash the man was gone.
The Esperite blinked, stunned at what had just happened. Was that it? Had he just won? Just like that? His allies looked around, just as stunned as him. They had been called here...for what? But the 'Walker really had no care for them. Right now he needed to figure out what was going on. Once he did that, once he had control back, he could move on. With a sweep of his hand he dispersed the magic tying the other Esperites to the plane. They looked ready to go back to their homes, but in an instant they shattered into a fine powder.
Ignoring their shocked cries, the Esperited started down the hill. "Lazarus Bezil Farice, this is your new start on life," he chuckled to himself, "Time to make it your own way."
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