#planar posting

*recurs you*

*sacs you for a death trigger*

*recurs you*

*sacs you for a death trigger*

Bands are playing in pageant wagons, though Cannibal Voyeurism has been given a proper stage with proper pyrotechnics. Performers from my Cirque and various Rakdosi troupes are plying their various trades in booths or in the street, complete with, somehow, the rapid installation of a carnival wheel that reaches above most buildings in the district.

Following Rakdosi tradition, each Guildmaster and everyone else who’s anyone has been invited, in addition to everyone I like personally and everyone who happens to be nearby. For those of us with means, that tradition has grown with the omenpaths, and invitations to my party have been sent out to such positions of interplanar power as Queen Marchesa, those sitting on the throne of each little faction of Eldraine, the heads of the Capennan Families, even a few names I’ve never heard of such as the Lord Skitter and someone named Morcant. Many, of course, will not deign to show up.

"I want every last member of the clergy to be out here! There will be no cowering this night! We face this bastard head-on!" Theodors roared. His voice was being amplified through some carefully woven magics, and his orders were being dispersed accordingly. His words were being echoed by practically all of the conclave -- including Macario, whom he would be working alongside.

"To every condemner, a glorifier! To every inquisitor, a cleric! Pair each with as many paladins as we can!" he continued. The Legion were handling their own scurrying of forces as night fell.

All of the humans were being sheltered within the cathedrals closest to the center of the city. Gold-armored paladins formed protective rings around them, a handful of clergy among them. Some human guard were with them too, but the vast majority of the humans who were more martially trained were elsewhere.

The walls were alive with activity. Ballistae were being loaded for the larger demons sure to appear, almost every single defender was holding at least a crossbow or a polearm, everyone was getting as prepared as they could. In anticipation for the coming of the Betrayer, the inquisitors and condemners had received more specialized training on how to quickly subdue and neutralize anyone who may be succumbing to madness. It was techniques being pioneered by Lazaro that would help them see the light of day, if all went well.

If. What an ugly word.

Thirty years.

Cecurro Ayere stood in front of the Omenpath to Torrezon that Vasro had summoned for them, leaning heavily on the nanotech cane that Koda had made for him along with his new prosthetic leg, arm, and fangs. He was about to go home for the first time in thirty years.

He’d face consequences for his frenzy before his sparking. He’d have to face his grandfather. But he would get to see his mother, his stepfather, and his half-sisters again. He would probably have to deal with the fact that his best friend, ruthless as she was, was now working for the Betrayer. He would finally get to tap back into the mana of the land he missed.

He barely heard Vasro and Koda speaking to Lazaro and Arturo. Something about his tremorsense and letting him adapt to the earth again. Not to touch him until he was ready. Which was fair – Kamigawa alone overwhelmed him, stepping back home for the first time would probably hurt.

It would open up well outside of Alta Torrezon, to give Cecurro time to adapt before they got into the city. Arturo and Lazaro went through first. After a moment to steel his nerves, Cecurro stepped into the Omenpath after them.

The first thing that greeted him was the night sky.

The first step onto Torrezone soil dropped him to his knees.

His hands hit the ground to keep himself from falling face-first into the dirt.

Something large. Eight wings, many touching the ground. Deep in a cavern. The Betrayer. Here. In Cecurro’s home.

Emrakul in his mind, louder than ever before. Even facing down Hanweir had never made her song pound through his mind like a Legion charger on a rampage. She echoed, calling to him. Calling for him to give into the madness.

Combat. Fighting everywhere, many against foes that couldn’t be seen in tremorsense. He couldn’t tell who was who, but he could tell when each hit the ground and stopped moving. Most of it was far off, but Alta Torrezon’s defenders were at the wall.

His heart pounding in his chest, no longer still as it should be. His breathing heavy, something that he had trained himself out of years ago. His head ached from the echoing song assaulting his mind.

The collective fury of the mountains’ elementals. They were furious about the strongholds, about the Legion, about the demons. They knew that Cecurro could feel them. He pushed them away for a moment, keeping them separate from the echoing of Emrakul’s song.

The ground under his hands, flesh and metal. The ground that eased up against him, cushioning him like it had when he was young and when he escaped. He dug his fingers down into it.

Leta walked, happily chatting with Roxie (@strixhavens-best-printer ) as they walk towards the pub, streaks of light shoot across the sky, blasts of color popping as they start to stall. The Izzet damn near gave them away. Leta opens the door, as she says a joke to Roxie, stepping in, mid grin that dies on her face, as she sees two massive figures.

He returns to his cave, it’s the closest thing to a home he has after all. Even though he has never truly felt like he belonged there. Staying at the orphanage could put the children in danger, which is something it wants to avoid at all costs, and it’s not like there’s many other places he can go either.

He pauses just in the entrance, completely exhausted in a way nothing he tried has been able to fix. Reaching out to people takes energy he hasn’t been able to find lately. Maybe that’s why the loneliness has been settling in so deeply, why even thinking about his friends hurts so much. It doesn’t help that he is constantly forced to see them get in danger without any way to help either.

He snaps back to reality as he slams into a door that wasn’t there before, carved from a smooth dark material similar to wood yet visibly still something different. Its surface has been inlaid with a delicately crafted moth motif.

What stands out to him most though, is that the door exists in all five spacial dimensions, which also explains how he slammed into it. It was placed here for him.

Kilik exhales slowly, something he learned to do by watching the people around them. Of course he recognizes it. The stupid thing fused into his hand made sure of that, making him completely unable to avoid the endless noise of the network, no matter how badly he wants to. Duskmourn has been brought up quite a lot there, the plane that makes you face your worst nightmares.

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6 AM, Two Hours Before The Party...

The staff was in place for the event. Old Lady Hanako and her waitrons were working the event in Arán Park, with the shop closed down for the day. Itachi’s Noodle Bar was the VIP area, with Itachi and his kami employees handling anyone who might be a danger or allergen risk for other suitors. Oak-Paw’s studio was open for both tailoring duties and as a changing room.

In the park, everything was set up. Security personnel – members of the Grim Fleet, the Hyozan Reckoners, the Okiba Reckoners, and the Dokuchi Reckoners (some of whom were disguised as staff for the event) – were in place. The food tables, including four of cheese alone, were set up near the entrance of the park, while the performing stage was set up in the relatively flat area. A relaxation area was set up near the waterfalls and hidden by a curtain for anyone who needed to get away from the hustle and bustle.