#avishkar

yknow what, screw it. avishkari miku.

“Let go of my-”

Aatchik was thrown violently from the driver’s seat. She began tumbling down the road, but quickly regained her footing thanks to several insectoid arms. Before she could skitter back toward the crash, however, a calm voice to her side interrupted her once more:

“I wouldn’t risk it,” drawled a fisherman, sitting on the track wall and holding his pole over the side. “That one’s practically a dragon, what with how fierce it guards its hoard.”

Aatchik did not turn. Her many-eyed gaze remained entirely fixed on the massive serpent pulling her vehicle off the track. “Nevertheless, I must try,” came her harsh, chittering reply. “Us Speedbrood’s vehicles are…us! Fellow insects, transcended to a higher form!”

“Well, to that thing, they’re just more stuff to collect. See?”

Hissing and spitting acid, but moving all the same, Aatchik’s vehicle finally disappeared beneath the surf under the track. The driver herself reacted much the same as her ride, angry spittle sizzling upon the pavement.

“How dare that snake! Singling us out!”

“No, it’s definitely not picky,” chimed the fisherman. “It’s already snagged plenty of other folks’ rides, if that’s any consolation?”

“…It does provide some catharsis, I must admit. But still! This is a most grievous…How many others?”

The fisherman shrugged. “No idea. But it’s roamed these waters for nine long years, and pulled quite a few under during that time.”

“It’s not a placed obstacle?”

“No way, all natural…Huh?”

Aatchik’s eyes began to sparkle. Her anger forgotten, she now leaned over the side and stared eagerly into the water.

“One of the most dignified ends I’ve ever seen for one of us,” Aatchik muttered. “No slow decline. No contrived sabotage. Just…an ending. To join so many other vehicles, what an honor. And, and, to rest as one! Forever!”

“Right…forever…”

The fisherman moved to stand in front of his bag. The scrap metal he had fished from the water bore markings from myriad vehicles, from many years past.

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Hope everyone is able to come and check out the plane! Make sure to try some Gulab jamun if you get the chance by visiting, it's one of my favorite treats!

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And some information about the renaming of Kaladesh to Avishkar:

...in MTG is not five-star stuff. It's good, it's not a disaster zone, but it has weak points, and the great big one I can never quite stand is the way they used Tezzeret in Avishkar.

Tezzeret grows up as all but Metal-Type Chandra. He's from a plane where a magical substance is rationed, hoarded, controlled and scavenged for, despite being basically the foundation for the whole of life as that plane's inhabitants know it. Change etherium for aether, and he had a childhood remarkably similar to Chandra (minus, I guess, the mage-vs-aether-wielder aspect).

And so, when he's put into place as Bolas' puppet thread for the Consulate, he just...keeps things as normal. Really? I mean, imagine if his offer to Chandra was what he might have wanted: some key or code or machination that places every drop of aether, every refinery, in her hands. The Consulate becomes hers to control. Invention becomes hers to control. Avishkar becomes hers to control. She fought for the aether; now it's hers. That's what everybody wants, after all, isn't it- the freedom that comes through absolute power?

Then, because she is both Chandra Nalaar, and the daughter of Pia and Kiran Nalaar, Chandra can probably both literally set him on fire and burn him for being so cold and corroded on the inside that he thinks any sane person would see that as a good or desirable thing, whereupon he 'swalks out to avoid being barbecued, and then the story wraps.