Andrea pauses to look at the Izzit League and Asimov Combine, highly intrigued, then narrows in on the Blue and White banner and walks up towards the Azorius Senate.
Andrea pauses to look at the Izzet League and Simic Combine, highly intrigued, then narrows in on the Blue and White banner and walks up towards the Azorius Senate.
(The two first guilds are a lil wrong, see my changed quote).
As you walk towards the Azorius booth, you stop and gasp. Your blood begins to turn excitedly, and you get a feeling that “gear bloods” like you are also at this booth. You stand and gaze in awe at the hologram at center stage of the booth. You are able to learn more about the Azorius in this fashion: there are three main components to the government (explaining the triangle). One branch deals with creating laws, the second enforces them, and the third deals with their adjudication and resolves any seen contradiction. Together, these form the Azorius Senate (the circle).
As the hologram concludes a staff member walks up to you. “Thank you for stopping by the Azorius Senate and learning more by watching our hologram. Are there any other details you would like to know?”
Ergos nods in some agreement, yet he feels as though such guilds to prohibit a project of important detail is questionable to decline, "Well, I do believe the ceremony may begin soon, thank you for the knowledge you have vested in my thoughts to consider, I will look forward to what your guild has for me to discover and aid through my thinking." His voice trails off as he leaves abruptly with no other questions, he moves through the crowd to see himself back in the area the group of friends congregated in.
It was belong to my grandfather. He was a Marshal in the Legion, or at least it was what he told me". Kotidar stops and patted his forehead. "I'm apology Ser! I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Kotidar, an university graduate for now, and a legionnaire in future, I wish. Nice to meet you, Ser?"
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Kotidar - Human(Variant) Fighter 1 - Ravinca in Session Thammita - Half-Orc Barbarian(Path of the berserker) 3 - Into the Fire
“Ha, a pleasure to meet you too. This rapier is of the finest quality - your old pop must have really been something. We don’t see rapiers very often anymore - you join us and instructors would be thrilled to teach you it’s ins and outs
"thank you. maybe can you explain how the legion system work?", says Kotidar, with some serious expression on his face. "I mean, how the acceptance processes work? did I just need to say that I am want to be accepted to the Boros Legion, and I'm in?"
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Kotidar - Human(Variant) Fighter 1 - Ravinca in Session Thammita - Half-Orc Barbarian(Path of the berserker) 3 - Into the Fire
"thank you. maybe can you explain how the legion system work?", says Kotidar, with some serious expression on his face. "I mean, how the acceptance processes work? did I just need to say that I am want to be accepted to the Boros Legion, and I'm in?"
Looks like you’re a tad too late as stated above - but that question is about to be answered.
Ok, I’ve got to write a long text box with 10 short speeches and an explanation of a popular question, so I’ll take a bit. Be back soon, and you all will have 2 days after I make the post to discuss... what you’ll be discussing.
Update: Wow, this is taking much longer than expected. Out of 14 parts I am done with 12 - once I finish I will upload (possibly in parts.)
((Phew, I was scared that this post had been left abandoned, yet I wanted to wait for your return as I truly wish to continue these sessions in Ravnica))
As you all finish your conversations and return together, you see the booths putting up little gates that block their entrances. You watch the gates, but keep feeling little trembles behind you. You turn around and see a gigantic platform that has a man with a mysterious blue hood standing on it next to a podium. He looks something like this:
He begins his speech. “He... hello. My name is Jace Beleren, Living Enforcer of the Guildpact. I stand here to welcome the guilds and inter...” He pauses to look at a symbol on his wrist. “I’m sorry everyone, I have to go now.” He suddenly vanishes and you can hear disgruntled ex-booth-managers, now spectators, mumbling something along the lines of “Flake. As usual.”
Another woman approaches the podium in his stead:
“I am Lavinia, Steward of the Living Guildpact. My apologies for my master’s sudden leave - as a Planeswalker he has the obligation to go across different universes and keep the balance - just as we hope to do here in Ravnica. This is why we host the annual Interguild Registration Ceremony to promote peaceful interaction between guilds. Now that this is said, I will stand back and let the guildmasters introduce themselves.”
Lavinia and her staffing lower the podium into the platform and leave it, leaving it completely flat. As this happens, you hear flapping. You ignore it at first, but then it gets louder and louder until it is all you hear. Then, you see a gigantic sphinx swoop down from the skies and onto the podium, creating an earsplitting boom.
She begins: “Greetings. I am Supreme Judge Isperia of the Azorius League. What do we need most in a new society? We need order, protection from those criminals who create disruption. I ask all brave graduates here today to serve our cause. Thank you for your time.”
She takes off into the skies and leaves, and the platform is empty and silent again. Then you see it: a beacon of light, dim at first, but growing brighter by the minute, until its brightness becomes all-encompassing. Then, the light vanishes as a new light appears: this one in the shape of a humanoid with wings. You readjust your eyes to the sight of a beautiful angel in full plate.
“I am Warleader Aurelia, leader of the Boros Legion. While I can sympathize with the Supreme Judge’s ideals, I find justice to be much more important. Laws and legalese are only manmade constructs that can be used to hold us back as well as push us forward. No matter what legalese the Senate produce, we swear we will always stand by the weak.”
She joins her angelic comrades on the Boros platform as a simple human enters the platform.
“I am Lazav, patron of House Dimir. I propose yet another virtue of humanity - truth. People can say they fight for honor or justice, but if there is no transparency, then it is inevitable that they give into corruption. This is why Dimir fights to find the truth in all things.”
As he leaves, another humanoid shape replaces him. However, the new one’s grotesqueness is almost dizzying:
“I apologize for my appearance - society tends to fear the dead. Let us not forget, however, humanity’s greatest power - resilience. No matter how strong of an issue we face, we always endure and carry on. Join the Golgari Swarm, and learn to overcome all things - even death.”
As he scuttles away, large booms can be heard in the distance. You turn towards the noise and see a towering cyclops lumbering its way towards the platform.
“I Boborygmos, chief of Burning Tree clan and leader of Gruul. Our greatest power is strength - both in body and in old ways. Join us to protect nature and old ways from city.”
He lumbers off again, returning to the rubblebelt (wilderness). As he does this you see members of the Gruul Clans cheer and cook their latest kill.
All goes still. It appears nothing is happening until you notice incessant whirring and clanging from the Izzet League bench. Then, a gigantic portal appears seemingly from the mundane ground. Once it hisses open, fire lights the sky and something soars over your head as a dragon with both red and blue scales hits the platform.
“In my circles, I am known as the Firemind Niv-Mizzet, one of the few remaining guild founders. Under my supervision, the Izzet work for the same goal they did those ten thousand years ago - to quench the need for technology and the need for creativity simoltaneously. Join the Izzet League and conquer the workings of the universe.”
Niv-Mizzet leaves to the ex-portal, now-podium to observe the remainder of the ceremony.
You turn back to the podium to observe a light similar to the Boros Legion. There do feel like there is some differences however - while the Boros light was blinding and hot, this light is cooler and conveys an overall feeling of majesty. Then, a humanoid with long black hair appears, and black, raven-styled wings thrust out from her back.
She begins her speech. “I thank the blessed family of Obzedat and the Orzhov Church for my presence here today. The Obzedat were unable to be here today, they send me in their stead. What is great about humanity is our devotion and charity - we bond together and create one family that stays together through and through. If you plan on joining us, I’ll say in advance - welcome to the family.”
As soon as she flies off, the entire stage bursts into flames, drawing shocks from the crowd. The flames seem disorganized at first, but slowly round into circles as two pillars of fire appear, flanking a seeming pathway to the podium. Out from these two pillars a flaming scythe hurtles toward the crowd before returning to the hands of its owner - a towering demon with black wings, crimson skin, and an amused smile on his face.
“I know you’re thinking one of two things. 1: ‘Holy angels, a literal incarnation of evil just threw a weapon at me, get me the heck out of here.’ To that I say you’re no fun, and also incorrect; I’m not evil, I just like a good show. Or you’re thinking 2: ‘Holy angels, not another one, when will this freaking end.’ To that I agree with you. Join my Cult of Rakdos, and we can have some fun tonight and for the rest of eternity.” He leaps over to the Rakdos booth, destroys the statue of his likeness in the flames, and stands in its place, drawing mass applause from his followers.
The stage gets doused with water after his abrupt ending. At first you think it’s just to put out the flames, but as the flames vanish it keeps going, until a massive tree bursts out of the ground, looming with a feeling of awe and peace. From this tree you see three magical branches separate from the tree and hit the ground, growing into three fused dryads.
“We are the Trostani, voices of peace and nature in times of conflict. We value peaceabove all - which is why we work with The One, Mat’Selesyna, to spread it across Ravnica. Join the Selesnya Conclave to allow humanity to grow sturdy, strong, and wise.” They turn back into branches and the tree descends back into the ground. This time a humanoid enters the stage, no tricks involved. However, shocks still come from the crowd at her appearance - while not detestable, her appearance is rather inhuman: in fact, it’s fishlike.
“I will be brief as well. I am Prime Speaker Zegana of the Simic Combine. What humanity needs above all else is evolution - the only truly definable trait of humanity. This is why we work with biomancy - to advance the path of evolution to find places never thought to exist before. Join the Combine - and take the vehicle of biomancy on the path of evolution to the destination of your dreams.”
Then Lavinia comes back up and announces that you have time for deliberation.
"MustIsay that those entrances were quite stunning? If only for my lack of attentive listening,I would have loved to see the inner-workings of such intricate detail—" Ergos confides to the rest of the group in some awe, obviously with an expression of intrigue."I believe it is time for us to decide which guild we are likely to join with?I see my worth being shone well with the Izzet league, house Dimir, or the Simic Combine; yetI would like to know what the rest of you have in mindbefitting your capabilities?" His brown eyes fluctuate towards the aforementioned guilds' booths he has an interest in, for Ergos waits for a reply while clasping his hands together.
Einkil stares after the raven winged woman. “We don’t all have to join the same guild, I think. In fact, we seem encouraged not to so as to preserve the balance of power.”
The goblin understands Einkil's philosophy of balance, and takes a tuning to such;however, he shows an expression of worry while thinking of what may contribute to a rivalry among friends if they are all to pick separate guilds. He clears his mind for a moment, looking over at Niv-Mizzet and the Izzet League's booth from afar, grasping a spear on the scabbard of a leather belt he tightened only awhile ago. His eyes are transfixed to the spear, somewhat judging if his effort will be seen as worthy for minor craftsmanship and a major in alchemy would be enough. He does not pay attention to much other than the Izzet League and himself at the moment.
Right now you all are talking as a group about what guilds you saw and what you all think you’re going to join for. The main discussion will be whether you’ll all be in the same guild or not, and if not, how you’ll stay together.
The goblin understands Einkil's philosophy of balance, and takes a tuning to such;however, he shows an expression of worry while thinking of what may contribute to a rivalry among friends if they are all to pick separate guilds. He clears his mind for a moment, looking over at Niv-Mizzet and the Izzet League's booth from afar, grasping a spear on the scabbard of a leather belt he tightened only awhile ago. His eyes are transfixed to the spear, somewhat judging if his effort will be seen as worthy for minor craftsmanship and a major in alchemy would be enough. He does not pay attention to much other than the Izzet League and himself at the moment.
Ergos looks at Einkil and the rest for awhile, formulating an idea into his thoughts. An alchemist does not only think of how a mixture leads to another, but of how the force of alchemy can change one's life for the better;the drawbacks may be certain, yet every man still does what is considered the greater need.
"Believing that we are to be moving to a separate guild, perhaps we can all parley with the guild masters to live in one flat or living accommodation? It should not bring due harm to our different views of purpose; however, I myself would still want to see all of you within distance—if only the moment could be spared—and have faith that I have folk that I trust to believe my limits, and grow with them to continue our journeys intertwined, minor or not, I see all of you as trustworthy friends." Ergos speaks in a calm tone, not discerning his anxious sense of the others leaving him to the dust for he lacks will of exertion to do better.
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Andrea pauses to look at the Izzit League and Asimov Combine, highly intrigued, then narrows in on the Blue and White banner and walks up towards the Azorius Senate.
(The two first guilds are a lil wrong, see my changed quote).
As you walk towards the Azorius booth, you stop and gasp. Your blood begins to turn excitedly, and you get a feeling that “gear bloods” like you are also at this booth.
You stand and gaze in awe at the hologram at center stage of the booth. You are able to learn more about the Azorius in this fashion: there are three main components to the government (explaining the triangle). One branch deals with creating laws, the second enforces them, and the third deals with their adjudication and resolves any seen contradiction. Together, these form the Azorius Senate (the circle).
As the hologram concludes a staff member walks up to you. “Thank you for stopping by the Azorius Senate and learning more by watching our hologram. Are there any other details you would like to know?”
Ergos
Ergos nods in some agreement, yet he feels as though such guilds to prohibit a project of important detail is questionable to decline, "Well, I do believe the ceremony may begin soon, thank you for the knowledge you have vested in my thoughts to consider, I will look forward to what your guild has for me to discover and aid through my thinking." His voice trails off as he leaves abruptly with no other questions, he moves through the crowd to see himself back in the area the group of friends congregated in.
((Finished))
Warning: I am moving on to Phase 2 tomorrow - any replies after 11:59 tonight will be ignored (sorry).
It was belong to my grandfather. He was a Marshal in the Legion, or at least it was what he told me". Kotidar stops and patted his forehead. "I'm apology Ser! I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Kotidar, an university graduate for now, and a legionnaire in future, I wish. Nice to meet you, Ser?"
Kotidar - Human(Variant) Fighter 1 - Ravinca in Session
Thammita - Half-Orc Barbarian(Path of the berserker) 3 - Into the Fire
“Ha, a pleasure to meet you too. This rapier is of the finest quality - your old pop must have really been something. We don’t see rapiers very often anymore - you join us and instructors would be thrilled to teach you it’s ins and outs
"thank you. maybe can you explain how the legion system work?", says Kotidar, with some serious expression on his face. "I mean, how the acceptance processes work? did I just need to say that I am want to be accepted to the Boros Legion, and I'm in?"
Kotidar - Human(Variant) Fighter 1 - Ravinca in Session
Thammita - Half-Orc Barbarian(Path of the berserker) 3 - Into the Fire
Looks like you’re a tad too late as stated above - but that question is about to be answered.
Ok, I’ve got to write a long text box with 10 short speeches and an explanation of a popular question, so I’ll take a bit. Be back soon, and you all will have 2 days after I make the post to discuss... what you’ll be discussing.
Update: Wow, this is taking much longer than expected. Out of 14 parts I am done with 12 - once I finish I will upload (possibly in parts.)
((Phew, I was scared that this post had been left abandoned, yet I wanted to wait for your return as I truly wish to continue these sessions in Ravnica))
Alright, see below
As you all finish your conversations and return together, you see the booths putting up little gates that block their entrances. You watch the gates, but keep feeling little trembles behind you. You turn around and see a gigantic platform that has a man with a mysterious blue hood standing on it next to a podium. He looks something like this:
He begins his speech. “He... hello. My name is Jace Beleren, Living Enforcer of the Guildpact. I stand here to welcome the guilds and inter...” He pauses to look at a symbol on his wrist. “I’m sorry everyone, I have to go now.” He suddenly vanishes and you can hear disgruntled ex-booth-managers, now spectators, mumbling something along the lines of “Flake. As usual.”
Another woman approaches the podium in his stead:
“I am Lavinia, Steward of the Living Guildpact. My apologies for my master’s sudden leave - as a Planeswalker he has the obligation to go across different universes and keep the balance - just as we hope to do here in Ravnica. This is why we host the annual Interguild Registration Ceremony to promote peaceful interaction between guilds. Now that this is said, I will stand back and let the guildmasters introduce themselves.”
Lavinia and her staffing lower the podium into the platform and leave it, leaving it completely flat. As this happens, you hear flapping. You ignore it at first, but then it gets louder and louder until it is all you hear. Then, you see a gigantic sphinx swoop down from the skies and onto the podium, creating an earsplitting boom.
She begins: “Greetings. I am Supreme Judge Isperia of the Azorius League. What do we need most in a new society? We need order, protection from those criminals who create disruption. I ask all brave graduates here today to serve our cause. Thank you for your time.”
She takes off into the skies and leaves, and the platform is empty and silent again. Then you see it: a beacon of light, dim at first, but growing brighter by the minute, until its brightness becomes all-encompassing. Then, the light vanishes as a new light appears: this one in the shape of a humanoid with wings. You readjust your eyes to the sight of a beautiful angel in full plate.
“I am Warleader Aurelia, leader of the Boros Legion. While I can sympathize with the Supreme Judge’s ideals, I find justice to be much more important. Laws and legalese are only manmade constructs that can be used to hold us back as well as push us forward. No matter what legalese the Senate produce, we swear we will always stand by the weak.”
She joins her angelic comrades on the Boros platform as a simple human enters the platform.
“I am Lazav, patron of House Dimir. I propose yet another virtue of humanity - truth. People can say they fight for honor or justice, but if there is no transparency, then it is inevitable that they give into corruption. This is why Dimir fights to find the truth in all things.”
As he leaves, another humanoid shape replaces him. However, the new one’s grotesqueness is almost dizzying:
“I apologize for my appearance - society tends to fear the dead. Let us not forget, however, humanity’s greatest power - resilience. No matter how strong of an issue we face, we always endure and carry on. Join the Golgari Swarm, and learn to overcome all things - even death.”
As he scuttles away, large booms can be heard in the distance. You turn towards the noise and see a towering cyclops lumbering its way towards the platform.
“I Boborygmos, chief of Burning Tree clan and leader of Gruul. Our greatest power is strength - both in body and in old ways. Join us to protect nature and old ways from city.”
He lumbers off again, returning to the rubblebelt (wilderness). As he does this you see members of the Gruul Clans cheer and cook their latest kill.
All goes still. It appears nothing is happening until you notice incessant whirring and clanging from the Izzet League bench. Then, a gigantic portal appears seemingly from the mundane ground. Once it hisses open, fire lights the sky and something soars over your head as a dragon with both red and blue scales hits the platform.
“In my circles, I am known as the Firemind Niv-Mizzet, one of the few remaining guild founders. Under my supervision, the Izzet work for the same goal they did those ten thousand years ago - to quench the need for technology and the need for creativity simoltaneously. Join the Izzet League and conquer the workings of the universe.”
Niv-Mizzet leaves to the ex-portal, now-podium to observe the remainder of the ceremony.
You turn back to the podium to observe a light similar to the Boros Legion. There do feel like there is some differences however - while the Boros light was blinding and hot, this light is cooler and conveys an overall feeling of majesty. Then, a humanoid with long black hair appears, and black, raven-styled wings thrust out from her back.
She begins her speech. “I thank the blessed family of Obzedat and the Orzhov Church for my presence here today. The Obzedat were unable to be here today, they send me in their stead. What is great about humanity is our devotion and charity - we bond together and create one family that stays together through and through. If you plan on joining us, I’ll say in advance - welcome to the family.”
As soon as she flies off, the entire stage bursts into flames, drawing shocks from the crowd. The flames seem disorganized at first, but slowly round into circles as two pillars of fire appear, flanking a seeming pathway to the podium. Out from these two pillars a flaming scythe hurtles toward the crowd before returning to the hands of its owner - a towering demon with black wings, crimson skin, and an amused smile on his face.
“I know you’re thinking one of two things. 1: ‘Holy angels, a literal incarnation of evil just threw a weapon at me, get me the heck out of here.’ To that I say you’re no fun, and also incorrect; I’m not evil, I just like a good show. Or you’re thinking 2: ‘Holy angels, not another one, when will this freaking end.’ To that I agree with you. Join my Cult of Rakdos, and we can have some fun tonight and for the rest of eternity.” He leaps over to the Rakdos booth, destroys the statue of his likeness in the flames, and stands in its place, drawing mass applause from his followers.
The stage gets doused with water after his abrupt ending. At first you think it’s just to put out the flames, but as the flames vanish it keeps going, until a massive tree bursts out of the ground, looming with a feeling of awe and peace. From this tree you see three magical branches separate from the tree and hit the ground, growing into three fused dryads.
“We are the Trostani, voices of peace and nature in times of conflict. We value peace above all - which is why we work with The One, Mat’Selesyna, to spread it across Ravnica. Join the Selesnya Conclave to allow humanity to grow sturdy, strong, and wise.” They turn back into branches and the tree descends back into the ground. This time a humanoid enters the stage, no tricks involved. However, shocks still come from the crowd at her appearance - while not detestable, her appearance is rather inhuman: in fact, it’s fishlike.
“I will be brief as well. I am Prime Speaker Zegana of the Simic Combine. What humanity needs above all else is evolution - the only truly definable trait of humanity. This is why we work with biomancy - to advance the path of evolution to find places never thought to exist before. Join the Combine - and take the vehicle of biomancy on the path of evolution to the destination of your dreams.”
Then Lavinia comes back up and announces that you have time for deliberation.
Ergos
"Must I say that those entrances were quite stunning? If only for my lack of attentive listening, I would have loved to see the inner-workings of such intricate detail—" Ergos confides to the rest of the group in some awe, obviously with an expression of intrigue." I believe it is time for us to decide which guild we are likely to join with? I see my worth being shone well with the Izzet league, house Dimir, or the Simic Combine; yet I would like to know what the rest of you have in mind befitting your capabilities?" His brown eyes fluctuate towards the aforementioned guilds' booths he has an interest in, for Ergos waits for a reply while clasping his hands together.
Einkil stares after the raven winged woman. “We don’t all have to join the same guild, I think. In fact, we seem encouraged not to so as to preserve the balance of power.”
”I have to join with Orzhov and the Obzedat.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
By the way, I’m not gonna comment till you all talk. You have 3 days then I’ll tell you how to vote.
Ergos's Reply to Einkil
The goblin understands Einkil's philosophy of balance, and takes a tuning to such;however, he shows an expression of worry while thinking of what may contribute to a rivalry among friends if they are all to pick separate guilds. He clears his mind for a moment, looking over at Niv-Mizzet and the Izzet League's booth from afar, grasping a spear on the scabbard of a leather belt he tightened only awhile ago. His eyes are transfixed to the spear, somewhat judging if his effort will be seen as worthy for minor craftsmanship and a major in alchemy would be enough. He does not pay attention to much other than the Izzet League and himself at the moment.
Discussion ends at midnight! Then vote - you’ll PM me your choice
I don’t think I really understand this game.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Right now you all are talking as a group about what guilds you saw and what you all think you’re going to join for. The main discussion will be whether you’ll all be in the same guild or not, and if not, how you’ll stay together.
Ergos looks at Einkil and the rest for awhile, formulating an idea into his thoughts. An alchemist does not only think of how a mixture leads to another, but of how the force of alchemy can change one's life for the better;the drawbacks may be certain, yet every man still does what is considered the greater need.
"Believing that we are to be moving to a separate guild, perhaps we can all parley with the guild masters to live in one flat or living accommodation? It should not bring due harm to our different views of purpose; however, I myself would still want to see all of you within distance—if only the moment could be spared—and have faith that I have folk that I trust to believe my limits, and grow with them to continue our journeys intertwined, minor or not, I see all of you as trustworthy friends." Ergos speaks in a calm tone, not discerning his anxious sense of the others leaving him to the dust for he lacks will of exertion to do better.