[IC] MtG a RP

[Tracyarmav]

Mot bows, slightly, to the tree. A town of that size should be able to answer at least a few of his questions. And having a guide through the forest appealed to him, he was much more comfortable in large cities than he was the wilds. Mot was careful to speak only for himself, since the group had as of yet to find anything to bind them together besides their recent past, which some at least seemed willing enough to forget. He wondered idly how many would follow him, he suspected at least two would, though the others were a mystery to him. Mot didn't particularly care what they did, so long as they didn't hinder him. Teysa was getting annoying, with her habit of killing first and thinking later, and then only of her own ... her own what? She was awfully content for a dragon that had just lost it's hoard... not that Mot was going to bring it up. Oh well, she hadn't said she would either help or hinder, so he didn't expect much from her. The new Angel though, he could be a complication, especially if he was anything like Teysa.

I would be in your debt if you would kindly lead me to Briar Glen. I admit I am not familiar with traveling in such a grand wood as this and would be lost in moments.

[MarsAdept]

Victoria Ultimara, The Black Angel

On the plane Ravinca:

Victoria kicked a piece of rubble out off her way as she walked through a ruined remains of a once thriving city block. Her kick revealed a small detached hand that was still clutching a child's doll. The sight brought Victoria to pause. This was the level of destruction that she opposed. There was no reason given for this atrocity, there was not warning given to those who were destroyed, they were not even given a chance or hope to defend themselves. Not often did the immortal council of the Orzhov get moved to action, but this vast devastation, desolation, made them act. Those undead moneylovers had hired Victoria by name to find the monster responsible for this. One might say they only care because this entire district represented a large monetary investment, but ultimately if this could be prevented from happening again it would be for the best for everyone. Victoria sniffed back tears as she continued to walk through the ruins looking for clues.

Out of one of the remaining side alleys, three soldiers bearing the sigil of the Boros emerged. Immediately they took up arms and the leader of the three questions Victoria, "Hey you there, Identify yourself. The Azurious senate has declared this area under quarantine until further notice."

Victoria pulled herself togather the instant she realized she was not alone. Raising her emotional mask again as a shield, she laughed, "You poor little soldier. Why do you not go on your little way. You are nothing more than a pawn." Victoria raises her hand out in front of her. She held her hand in position ready to snap her fingers and said, "Why don't you be a good pawn and run along? Sacrifice and contribution are not the same thing. I would gladly teach you the difference if you try me."

There was the sound of large wings behind Victoria. A voice called out to her, "Cast that spell and it will be your last..." Victoria quickly turned and looked up. She covered her eyes as the figure was silhouetted against the sun as it stood on the rooftop. A drake made out of mist stood beside it. Victoria immediately knew who she was up against. His name slipped from her lips, "Jace... Beleren..."

Back on our beloved plane of Paki:

Victoria landed on feet. She immediately fell to her knee as she oriented herself to her surroundings. She looked around at the scorched land. This was definitely the right place. The battle she had with the others against the rats and goblins definitely happened here. The ground looked like it was starting to recover and there was not a soul in sight. This pleased Victoria. Planeswalking was not an exact science. If one was not familiar with a place one could planeswalk and land on the opposite end of the plane from the intended location. Victoria stood and thought for a moment. She pulled out a device that looked like the illegitimate child of a pocket watch and compass. She opened it. Now the group she was with was wildly diverse. She noticed that there had been a variety of mana used in the last fight however only one besides her was smart enough to delve into black magic. She looked at her device and set it to detect black mana. It pointed strongly off into the jungle. With a smile She began a casual stroll through the trees.

She walked for a bit before the device lead her to a small village. Village or town? It was had to tell, the place was a bit big for a village but small for a town. So, it should be a Vilown or a Townage? Victoria smiled to herself as she thought about it. It really did not mattered. As she entered the town her device went haywire. The needle on its compass looking face spun around wildly. It told her that she would have to look for the source of the black mana herself. So, without complaint or comment, She began to wander through the town looking for Mot or any of the other planeswalkers.

[Tracyarmav]

Mot finished his discussion with the local town leader, or least he said it was a town, thought Mot thought it rather on the small side for a town. He had enough problems without arguing with the village leader over the how many people constituted a town as opposed to a village. This was apparently the plane of Paki, and not two days before a man who reeked of arrogance and evil, had come through seeking to buy slaves of "unique" qualities. The village leader had been honest, since he had nothing to hide, and said that nothing of the sort had come his way in many years. Mot told the man to contact this... Buyer, and let him know that such individuals had arrived. Mot wanted to know who hunting them, and why, though he had an inkling given recent events.

Dernga, the town leader, reluctantly agreed to do so and Mot decided to walk around the town, to get a feel for the ground that was about to become his battle field. He knew the people living here would probably die in the ensuing battle, but that didn't bother him in the least. He had lost his home, and much of his mana pool with it, the loss of a single town was nothing in comparison. Besides there would at least be ruins to tell others that there had been a town here, his plane, Chandra, had nothing but a void to mark where it had been. As he walked he noticed a familiar silhouette walking down the street towards him. Mot stopped and smiled, though his mask hid his expression, and called out to the familiar figure. His tone was lightly mocking, so his wouldn't generate to much offense.

Hello stranger, I take it your masters were sufficiently pleased with your service?

[MarsAdept]

Victoria looked at the dread cultist before her trying to get a reading. She did not know what the masked man was trying to imply. She caught herself paused staring at the man. She smiled slightly, "To call them my master is giving them too much credit. They are simply more akin to being my employer. Pay is fantastic. Plus they have connections I would very much like to maintain." Victoria looked around to see if she was being overheard before continuing, "You use Black mana I can trust you. While I was on the plane of Ravinca, I had a encounter with a planeswalker who goes by the name Jace Beleren. I got the chance to talk to him about our missing world. To my surprise, He did not know how it could happen. Fortunately, he did suggest a course of action. He suggested three other planeswalkers who know about planar mechanics. Where are the others? They should hear this."

[Tracyarmav]

Jace Beleren... That's a name I know. They are relaxing through out the town, I will ask for the town elder to call them together. I suspect we will meet someone else who may be able to help us, though it may take some convincing to get the help we want. Come, the Elder is this way.

Mot ducks down an ally walking briskly. He chewed on Victoria's response in his head, considering all the possible implications. He realizes that he still doesn't have a name for the woman, and shrugs, if that's how she wanted to play he could roll with it. She'd been summoned to Ravnica and met Jace Beleren while there... interesting. The way she said it made it sound as if Jace was not one of her employers... Yet she didn't seem to have suffered any harm, and seemed to have her full mental capacity with her, so he wasn't a foe either... Then again, Jace could be a persuasive fellow by all accounts.

They arrived at Dernga's dwelling place, and Mot requested that the chief gather his guests. Dernga sent a runner to collect the group, told Mot that the visitor had been contacted and then informed Mot that the visitor had promised to visit the next day. Mot smiled behind his mask, but said nothing. He took that to mean that their visitor would arrive this night, probably when the village... er town was asleep. Mot hoped the dragon hadn't gone far, he would need an big Type A personality to hide behind while the visitor made his "request" to the group. But this business of ... whatever her name was, bothered him. Jace was a name Mot was wary of. Mostly because the man it belonged to had a history of taking what he wanted by force, whether physical or mental. That implied that a visit from Jace meant he wanted something, or everything, you had. So Mot had been quite content to have avoided dealing with that particular planeswalker. But now it was apparently unavoidable... at least it was through a middle man, middle woman?, for now though he didn't expect that luxury to last for long.