Magic the Gathering: Phyrexian Invasion - Book I: Ancient Barriers

A stem-off of the magic the gathering storyline in a way none have attempted to my knowledge. A conspiracy involving Nicol Bolas and Phyrexia is brewing as the multiverse slowly moves towards chaos after the Theros crysis. An unlikiely band of planeswalkers attempt to intervine, but soon realize that they were too late before they'd even began. (This book I s one of three and is not nearly as good or captivating as the other two which are nearly finished. I warn you the beginning is shotty and the book is hard to put up with until the last few chapters. Afterward the end, and the next book is much better so please bear through it.)


4. Insufferable Waiting

~~They knew Tolaria would be the staging ground for Bolas’ scheme. Of all the continents of Dominaria, Tolaria was the richest source of mana. Whatever it was here he was trying to access; he’d need large supplies of mana to do it. His many relics and artifacts proved thus. What this half-baked resistance group didn’t know, was what his scheme was actually for. What he was actually after.

This was no small group, it easily counted two thousand strong, but was still considered miniscule and weak compared to the fraction of the now ‘interplanar’ Phyrexian army that Sorin and Jace had witnessed back on New Phyrexia. Their only advantage, Jace had the last piece of Bolas’ master puzzle. The lens he’d kept out of the hands of Sarkhan just days ago, which Sorin identified as the interplanar lens, a remnant of Urza’s time machine. By itself, it was useless, but in the hands of a skilled mechanist, it was an instrument of ultimate will. Sorin decided to keep the artifact on his person for safekeeping.

Their little resistance was being led by Sorin. Considering that he’d been the one to find, recruit, and lead everyone in this operation to the present moment, there were no objections. Certainly not from Jace. Jace had quickly grown accustomed to the sanguimancer’s superior skillset. His intellect far outmatched Sorin’s, but the vampire’s whit and strength made him more powerful. However, Jace didn’t feel inferior to him. On the contrary, he felt that Sorin’s superiority made them all stronger. Someone had to be head strong in a positive way; otherwise, with all the opposing personalities and backgrounds, they’d all pull in different directions.

Sorin had managed to track both Chandra Nalaar (Not an easy feat) and Gideon Jura. As well as convince them both of the urgency this situation held for the multiverse. (Again, in regards to Chandra, not an easy feat) As well as finding and pulling Elspeth Tirel and Ajani Goldmane from the now averted crisis on Theros. The number of planeswalkers involved was impressive. As far as Jace knew, there had not been a congregation of planeswalkers this large in the history of the multiverse. But here they stood, together, with one purpose and drive: the well-being of their homes.

They had set up camp not far from the ruins of the Tolarian Academy. They knew that Bolas would have to come for the artifact eventually if he wanted to proceed with his plans, so they wanted to make sure they would be fighting with a home-field advantage. The Soldiers set up trenches, lines of spears and watch towers to guard the perimeter. They built walls of massive thick stone bricks to shield form aerial attacks. There were archers, catapults, javelin throwers and even ballista big enough to knock a dragon clear out of the sky. Each individual foot soldier was armed with shield, spear, sword, and an assortment of small explosives should the enemy numbers prove to be too much.

Jace was walking with Gideon around the battlements. Gideon seemed dissatisfied, but Jace couldn’t tell what he was brooding about. He assumed it was either the defenses or the situation in general, which, regardless, Jace couldn’t blame him much. He wanted nothing more than to leave and return to Ravnica, but knew his home wouldn’t be much of a home if someone didn’t stop Bolas and his Phyrexian allies. Gideon broke the silence. “Does he know what he’s doing?” Jace was confused. “Who?” “The vampire, Sorin.” Gideon answered. “He seems to. I don’t know him well, but he’s pretty headstrong. If it weren’t for him, none of us would know that we ever in danger.” Jace replied. Gideon didn’t seem satisfied, but didn’t inquire further.

They continued as thus, silently reviewing the camp defenses. Jace began to think more about what he’d learned on Phyrexia. The artifacts and weapons he’d seen were far beyond technologies he’d seen in other worlds. It was, by far, more advanced weapons of war than any the multiverse had seen. And the mention of warships, they had somehow found a way to traverse the multiverse without the aid of planeswalker sparks. This thought unnerved Jace most of all. Endless armies could now invade any point in the multiverse and there was no way to know when and where they would strike.

They were surely a formidable foe. One which Jace regretted allowing to become strong enough to threaten the multiverse at large. Jace’s thoughts were interrupted by a sudden blackening of sky. Thunder shook the ground and a black crack in the sky began to form. Clouds covered the skies and bathed the landscape in total darkness…

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