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.

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.