#mtgrp

((Hello.

So, this blog started four years ago. Wow. I always thought the idea of rping was super neat, though I never got involved until I met the MTG askblog community. They were some really cool people, but unfortunately for me I came in more or less at the tail end of their period of activity.

They all started to leave so eventually I just stopped too. But I always had a lot of fun when I did rp with them.

So, here we are again. Once more into the breech. I am going to rededicate myself to this blog as an active rp blog.

Now, I can’t say I’m very experienced. My time spent rping was not extensive, so I hope any future partners I have will give me plenty of feedback, and maybe a little bit of leeway. I’m learning more all the time.

But I think I have learned a bit since back then about rping, writing in general, and a lot more about Teferi in particular, since I now have access to the older MTG books.

And he’s back in the mtg story, as a planeswalker no less.

So, this is the call. If you are an rp blog interested in rping with me, please feel free to message me. I’ll be going around looking for other mtg rp blogs, but since Teferi is a ‘walker again, I don’t need to feel weird about rping with other fandoms.

Hello, I am Gareth and here is the story of how I sparked. I was born on the shard of Alara known as Grixis and was quickly “acquired” by a powerful lich looking for a new body. I spent the first 20 years of my life as a prisoner, training my body and mind to be able to accept the lich’s power. When I learned I was able to communicate with and harness the power of souls I was ecstatic, perhaps I could fight back, but alas, runes were inscribed upon my arm to prevent me from attacking my oppressors. After the mending the lich sent for etherium imbuers from Esper to further enhance his prospective body. However, instead of remplacing the flesh, he had the artisans graft etherium into my arms, down to the bones. After this I was deemed ready, and the lich prepared the ritual that would transfer his soul to my body. On the day of the ritual, however, a gleaming sun broke the horizon, and a host of shining warriors bore down on the lich’s stronghold, a blazing champion at their head. As they battled through the undead hordes the lich began the ritual. The blazing champion burst into the inner sanctum as the final spells were being cast, blasting a helix of fiery lightning into the swirling mists. I felt a searing pain in my arm and blacked out. When I awoke I could feel that I was somewhere knew and that my bonds had been broken. I looked to my left arm. The flesh and bone had been burnt away, leaving only the etherium. Within the cage of metal a swirling flame glowed, I intuitively knew it to be the soul of my oppressor. But now I was the one in control, no longer bound by magic. So I used his soul to light the cavern I found myself in and make my way to the surface of my new home.