Far Journeys, A planeswalker's tale.

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On the second floor of the Steel Canyon University, A tallish man in black armor sits at a desk, his black leather trench coat draped across the chair next to him, he sighs at a book which sits in front of him with Dark Blue runes which pulse with magic, he looks down to the first floor through hole in the floor at the crowd of children being organized on the large carpeted area below. "I am not sure about this Roxxanne" He looks from the crowd to a woman sitting at the desk across from him who growls a bit "Ryu...we have been over this, you can not just sit in your little base away from the world while you are not out doing heroics, it raises questions and if you want the super group you started to be able to sustain itself after you are gone you need to start doing PR work."

Ryu Planeswalker, coughs uncomfortably "Roxxanne I am effectively Immortal you know...I shouldn't be" he gets cut off mid sentence by the Woman's glare. The Geomancer, Real name Roxxanne, Hero Name Stone Sister continues to glare as she begins to speak "I am not talking about you dying, sir Planeswalker" Putting a biting emphasis on the Title of Planeswalker. "I know what your kind are like, I have read the books you keep in that Library of yours I am talking about whenever you get bored of Paragon City and move on to somewhere else!"  The azure hue of the planeswalker's grey eyes dim a bit and he frowns looking back to the book. "Not all of us are like that." he says half halfheartedly, knowing that planeswalkers who remain in one spot for very long are incredibly rare, even after the mending, turning all but the few planeswalkers old enough to have discovered some method of alternate immortality from effective near gods..down to nearly normal members of their species.

Roxxanne stands up, straightening her dirt brown tuxedo coat a bit "Besides, the children are all down there who want to hear your epic origin story., you are not going to disappoint the children are you" Ryu shrugs for a moment "Fine..fine" He says standing himself and taking his coat from the empty chair beside him and putting it on. As Ryu picks up his book, a slight clacking of Heels on wood begins to echo up the steps as Cindy, the other half of the Elemental Sisters pair pokes her head up from the stairwell between the wooden poles of the railing "Everything is set up." She smiles at Ryu's frown "Aww is someone Sulking, am I going to have to make good on my promise to set your books in fire?" she teases as Ryu's frown deepens as he heads toward the stairs.

Going down Ryu looks over the children, some of them smile up at him excitedly as he walks to the Podium that had been set up for him. Looking over the assembled group, Ryu notices a few heroes standing about as well, he looks up and gives a dirty look to the Sisters who are watching from above "They could have not spread the word to other heroes." he mutters to himself before setting the book in front of him and taking a breath.

"I am Ryu, I am a Planeswalker, I founded the Super Hero Group known as The Knights of the Shadow Blade, Thank you children for coming to the story of How I got here..to Paragon City"

(End Part 1)

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Ryu looks around the crowd of smiling children and coughs, taking a sip of water that had been set on his podium at his request "Now before you understand what a Planeswalker is, and was many years ago, You need a quick lesson on Planes." Ryu opens the enchanted tome in front of him, the books enchantment causing a light blue globe appear above his head, glowing enough for everyone to see, the Globe is of Earth, with a large star on the location of Paragon City. "This is your world, as many of you know" Ryu waves his hand and the image shifts to an array of 4 globes, 1 on the left, 3 on the right a line connecting the left one to each of the others "Some of you are aware of Prateoria, the Rikti homeworld, and the other timelines that exist where a different choice was made, enough of a choice to alter the course of fate and change the entire world, you also know of the other planets and galaxies of the universe" Ryu shifts the image to that of a galaxy "Now, there are other universes, with their own timelines, These are what I refer to as planes,  separated by Blind Eternities a place of pure chaotic energy. Now normally going from Plane to Plane is fairly Difficult, the original Planeswalkers were greater than even Incarnates, We were Immortal, nearly unkillable and could level entire worlds with a wave of our hand. Now..not so much, we are mostly just whatever we once were as mortals, just with the ability to hop from plane to plane with a thought, how that happened will be covered later" Ryu smiles "Questions"

((Yes if there are any questions do ask them in or out of character at this point, Planeswalkers are sorta difficult to explain))

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My story begins on a plane, far from here in both the scales of time and space about ten thousand years ago at this point, in a place called Azeroth, between what would be called the First and second wars by the people who lived there then. Though really it was just one war in two parts, I was born a human. An interesting aside, Humanity is a fairly common species to crop up in the multiverse, we show up more commonly than almost any other sentient species.

My parents were from one of the Human Kingdoms that exited at the time named Stormwind, which had recently fallen to Invaders from another world, invaders who called themselves The Orcish Horde, when Stormwind fell to the Horde, they joined the flow of refugees north to the Kingdom of Lordaeron, I am unsure of how my mother died, I was too young and even for near godlike beings some answers are lost to time, my father passed not long after we arrived in the Capital of Lordaeron..Which was also called Lordaeron, thus I became an orphan, a street urchin as it were.

Life was not particularly easy growing up on the streets; I had to steal for my dinner more often than not. The only warm dinners I ate growing up were when the Knights of the Silver Hand, an order of Paladins who had been founded in the second part of the war to counter the Orcish Horde's Dark Magic's, similar to the Demonic Magic that the Circle of Thorns uses as a source of power, did the thing that Paladin's are supposed to do and help the poor and needy and gave away Soup and Fresh baked bread. I always looked up to the Silver Hand as a child, once upon a time it was my dream to be a Paladin, I still do my best to live up to that code of Respect, Charity and Doing good to this day, as I grew I learned the ins and outs of living on the streets, how to duck into alleys to escape an angry fruit vendor, cutting purses in times of desperate need.

The years passed, the Orcish Horde was defeated and the orcs put in internment camps and I became old enough to do the only thing that would get me off the streets, I joined into the military and became one of the infantry of Lordaeron, the next few years were fairly uninteresting I learned the sword, a skillset which I still use today if not in a different form, I fought bandits, Trolls and guarded the Orcs who had grown very lethargic so it was not a terribly difficult job all in all, much better than sleeping under a canal bridge after eating stale bread for dinner. A few years later, likely when I was close to my 20th birthday, the world changed.

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((I apologize for the lack of posting in this, the past month or so I have been working a good many extra hours so I haven't had the time/energy, however the busy season is passing so I will have some more time, I should have a post ready to edit into this tonight though))

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I was in the eastern part of the nation when it happened, a plague began to spread a very nasty one that not only killed the victim but raised them as an undead zombie. As the plague eventually named The Scourge spread from town to town Lordaeron began to splinter and fall apart, the platoon I was with was forced further to the east and to the north into the lands of the longtime allies and friends to my nation the high elves, who were yet unaffected by the undead invasion. After weeks lost in the forests the elves ruled we were attacked by a squad of their rangers lead by Lynlnice Embershade. I fell for her at first sight.

The remainder of my Platoon was taking to the Elf capital of Silvermoon, there were only 7 of us left by the time we had been found by the elves, we told our story to the advisers to the King and were very kindly and politely ignored when we warned of the coming undead armies, we were given shelter, our wounds were cared for and we were fed, and time and time again ignored. Of course I attempted to speak with Lynlnice but more often than not she had no time for a human refugee from a fallen kingdom.

Months later, The Scourge came and the high elven rangers were pushed back to the walls of the city, evacuation plans for the civilians were drawn up including having those who were unable to travel, Children with their mothers, the Sick, and the elderly. Upon hearing what was going on, the remnants of my squad did the only thing we could we went to the docks of the city and helped to hold the line as those who could not defend themselves were loaded onto ships. To my surprise Lynlnice was the ranger put in charge of the escort ships. She did everything she could to wait for the shield wall to be ready to board, the lines were getting overrun so we cut the lines to the last ships so they would cast off. I could see Lynlnice staring at me from her ship A look I had never seen in her eyes.

Not long after the lines were over-run and we were taken captive on the orders of a lich who was one of the generals in the army of the scourge, a particularly vindictive person in life undeath made him even crueler and in punishment for our "embarrassment" of him by allowing the ships to escape he had each of us hung up using Large meat hooks which some of the larger undead wielded as weapons and left as an example at the docks until we died of infection, exhaustion or plain old blood loss.

Afterwards our corpses were taken to the continent in the North, a mostly frozen wasteland..where we were entombed in ice, as were all the warriors who had earned special Ire from the Lords of the Scourge.

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Time passed, and the world changed. The Orcs established a new Horde, based on the foundations of Shamanism and taking in those who had no other home, Contact with a new race of Elves was made on a newly discovered western continent.

Over a decade later, The Lich King who had been waiting in northrend, building his forces began his final advance on the forces of the living, part of his plan to complete total victory was to assault the Chapel of Light's hope, a base of sorts for a coalition of paladins who were dedicated to fighting the scourge. To perform this task he gathered the corpses of heroes that had been a thorn to his hand and raised them as specialized shock forces that shared spells and abilities with the Lich King himself, naming them Death Knights. I was one of those risen my corpse preserved by the endless winters in Northrend.
Death Knights were highly specialized in terms of undead, we were not just risen from the grave. Instead a part of our souls were infused into our weapons, named Runeblades which allowed us to mix swordplay and dark sorcery, Much like the Praetorian Infernal, granting us powers of Vampirism, High Level Frostmancy, Necromancy and control over diseases, I myself leaned towards the Shadow Magic and Necromancy It was something  that even under the control of The Lich King I felt was something I was meant for.

Once we were trained, equipped and ready for battle, we were unleashed on Light's Dawn, 10,000 Death Knight Lead undead..vs 300 defenders of the light.

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The battle went almost just as Highlord Mograine the leader of the Death Knights desired..we charged in and began to slaughter the forces of the light, however as the battle went on a powerful magic began to stir, Lights hope was no normal Chapel, it was the burial ground of some of the greatest heroes of mankind..their spirits began to say the battle, heartening the defenders, including the one who had singled me out, an Archer who was using their skills to snipe the weaker undead one by one, until I began to focus on her, using my dark magics to attack when she shot an arrow, doing my best to close the gap.
Once the holy power had begun to infuse her and weaken me the fight became a constant switching of Cat and Mouse, she would fire at me I would dodge and do my best to anticipate her movements using my limited knowledge of Archery to attack the next place she was firing from, and trying to get into a range where her Bow did not have the advantage as it did now, until a lucky shot changed the tide of battle, she managed a shot to the head, knocking off my helmet she Stood stunned for a moment as the Warrior who had once saved her was now bearing down to kill her.

From there the battle went in my favor, I was in melee range and she was forced to switch from her sniping strategy to one of more fast paced, much less accurate shots hoping to hit me enough to slow my movements, however close and mid range is where I flourished in combat in those days, Combining skillful sword play in short range with blasts of magic at mid range, eventually I tired her out unable to fight back she fell to her knees pleading for me to remember who I was, but I was a slave of a greater power than my own will..and I ran her through, just in time for an explosion of holy power which caused me to fall to my knees as well.

The Highlord of the Paladins, Tirion Fordring had joined the battle and used the full powers of the Chapel of Light's hope to force all the undead in the area to bend knee,  However this was The Lich King's true plan, to lure Fordring out so that he may be slain, removing one of the more troublesome pieces from play before a true assault on the world of the living. The Revelation of this betrayal had its own consequences though, the combination of pure holy power and hatred of the Lich King allowed Mograine to purify his weapon, a corrupted holy relic named Ashbringer and bring it back to the light, even the Lich King himself had to retreat at the Blade's Power.

There was a side effect however, the holy power from Ashbringer and Lights hope had freed The Death Knights from The Lich Kings control, I regained who I was, just in time to see the last breaths of the person I had loved in another life, a life I had just reclaimed in an odd sort of way. "Don't blame yourself, take my ring..remember me with it.." She said, however I only half heard part of it, I was too consumed with Sorrow, self Hatred..and hatred for the lich king. So what truly rung in my head was Highlord Mograine's proclamation.

"There is no place for our kind in this world, we will head north and slaughter the scourge."

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The Forces of the living went north, a somewhat united front against the forces of the undead, I was stationed in a part of the continent known as the dragon blight, assisting the dragons of Azeroth in preventing the scourge from excavating and raising the fossilized skeleton of an ancient dragon known as Galkrond, which had been considered the most powerful dragon during the primordial age of Azeroth.

The draconic people of Azeroth were some of the oldest sentient beings of the land going back to a time before any other races had been born, mostly living in seclusion away from the other races, however in the recent decades they had been forced into closer relations with the mortal races, the dragonblight was not only the place that Galkrond was laid to rest but it was the location of the meeting place of the 5 leaders of the dragon peoples, one from each color so they had a specific interest in preventing one of the most dangerous dragons to have ever existed from being raised from the grave near one of their holy sites, The dragons worked with everyone who was working to fight the scourge including the small force of Death Knights which helped to patrol the area.

I often worked with a group of bronze dragons, who due to being versed in magic of time were not quite as attached to the sanctity of life quite as much as other dragons, they often attempted to befriend our kind, even asking if we wanted to stay at the Wyrmrest temple when the harsh blizzards of winters in the north came calling, we had never taken their offers preferring to be separate from the living, until one snowstorm forced me into staying at the temple for several days, out of bordem I accepted an offer from some of the dragons to sit with them and share some warm tea with them. They treated me as they treated anyone else who had sat with them, offering food, and tea. As an Undead I technically did not need to eat, however I could still taste and using nutrients from food was less intensive than it was to sustain my body on pure shadow magics, it was the first time since I had been risen that I had actually done something normal.

I went back when I could, volunteering to deliver messages to the Accord, coming to realize that it was not what I was that mattered, but who I chose to be, I spent several nights with the Dragons learning of the things I had missed while I was dead,  as well as teaching me the flute and how to tell stories like a bard.

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Icecrown Fell, The Scourge were Defeated and the war was won..so the Death Knights gathered. The Highlord declared that the Knights of the Ebon Blade would stay in Northrend because there was no place for us still.

I disagreed, so I left the order, returning to Wyrmwrest to stay until a bronze dragon named Chromie told me that I was meant to do something more than to sit around the temple and mope, she told me to explore the new world and find where I was meant to be in it, and so I did for months, going from place to place in the new continent of Kalimdoor, using my singing to pay for room and food doing some slight mercenary work in villages that were under assault from bandits, but generally preferring to avoid violence if I could which was generally easy the first few months, until a Dragon named Deathwing used his vast magical prowess to sunder the continents, sending everything into chaos. Banditry and famine increased and I was compelled to take more jobs involving fighting against those who would take advantage to others in the aftermath.

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A side effect of the Cataclysm was that the mists of the southern seas began to dissipate, and a new continent was discovered, immediately I signed on with as an independent contractor to the Alliance in order to see this new unknown land.

I immediately felt at home, the land was still and peaceful but still full of energy and the Panderan people were welcoming in ways that even the friendliest of other folk were not, especially towards Death Knights, The Panderan people had never known the Lich King's scourge so they did not inherently hate or fear me, I traveled the land, visiting their farmsteads in the lush valleys, and helping with the celebration of a new batch of Ale being brewed. I aided the small villages who were under assault from barbarians known as Yongoul, large Minotaur people who worshiped the Fire God Ordos, Explored the mountains and the villages, and spent time in the large tract of farmland called the valley of the four winds, helping in the farms doing physical labor. Even in the times of strife that had come the people of Panderia were relaxed and friendly.

In time the Alliance and Horde began to claim territory, the cold war between the two factions turning warmer and warmer as the Leader of the Horde, an Orc named Garrosh became more and more obessed with Elementals found in Panderia named Sha, beings created out of negative emotions, which the Last Emperor of Panderia had sealed away and had recently become unsealed due to the actions of both Alliance and Horde.
In time I found my way to be guarding the Alliance base located in the center of the continent, a place called the Vale of eternal spring, considered a holy site to the Panderan people, We fended off attacks by the Mogu people, a race of blood mages who had the ability to possess statues, thus making them somewhat Immortal, The Panderan feared the Mogu, as the Mogu were in an age long past brutal dictators who enslaved the other sentient races of the continent. Eventually the Mogu attacks became bad enough that the 4 Celestials, the gaurdian spirits of Panderia had to personally interviene, assisting The Panderan, the Horde and the Alliance to fight off the invaders.

After that, I met Cyliory, and many things changed probably the biggest change since I had been transformed into a death knight.

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I staying in a Bar in a town called Halfhill, it was a trading market for the Farmers in the Valley of the Four winds, a very large Panderan Valley where the waters from the Vale flowed down, the magical effectively kept the temperatures of the valley stable, creating something of an eternal spring allowing for a near continuous harvest to keep the citizens of Panderan well fed nearly year long, I spent time helping the farmers tend to the land, as well as guarding farms from the giant rabbits known as the Virmen.

I spent nights playing for the Panderan and telling them stories of far off places, the Panderan people love stories and song, One day a Draenei Shaman came up to me asking me for help. A friend of hers named Sara had been traveling through the Jade Forest when she had a family heirloom stolen from her by the Local pests, a species of Monkey called Hyozen, the Hyozen are not evil but they are certainly troublesome, sort of like the Hellions..except the Hyzoen smelled better. Being a person who could never turn down someone who needed help I agreed, and headed off the next day.

I met with Sara a few days later where she took me to where the  Heirloom was stolen, I tracked the Thief back to his village, and well scared them into giving the item back using a bit of Death Knight Necromancy to summon some zombies from Northrend and surround their village.

I recovered the Dagger easily, with only a few bites and scratches from the little pests, when asked for my price I made a joke about "Asking if her cute draenei friend would have dinner with me" which as such things happened she took seriously, a few days later Cyliory showed up back in Halfhill asking when we would be meeting for dinner, which I had to make good on as even if I am joking I am a man of my word, and I did not want to insult the girl after she agreed to a date as that would be rude.

Long story short..we fell for each other, and a few months later we were married, purchased a home in a small village called Shri-La, and for a good while everything was perfect, I assisted in the various events of the world, selling my skills to those who needed it and using Mage Portals to travel back and forth as I needed.
We adopted a few children who were less fortunate, became part of the village and Cyliory began a small scale medical practice, life went on like this until a few years later when my past in Silvermoon came back, in a way I could have never predicted, The Horde had a Civil War, the leader named Garrosh had began to become something of a Dictator and a Troll named Vol'jin lead a revolt against him, eventually winning the Title of War Chief. He used a little used law in Silvermoon regarding refugees who had been staying in the City for longer than a certain amount of time would be considered citizens, when the high elves, now renamed the blood elves joined the Horde..that meant that I had become a citizen of the Horde as well, and I was being drafted into the Horde to go on adventure through the Dark Portal, as a new Army of Orcs began to pour through it.

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To say the least Cyliory was not happy with this turn of events, she had no real love of the Horde, as the orcs and blood elves did not exactly treat the Draenei well in the past few decades, it nearly split  us apart, however we managed to come to an agreement that was acceptable for both of us, as I wanted to pay the Elves back for helping me in life, and I had always felt more connection with the peoples of the Horde than the peoples of the Alliance, as I understood how the Horde peoples felt, most of them had lost their homelands at one time or another, as I had when Lordareon fell to the Scourge.

We eventually managed to come to a compromise, where we went through the portal with the horde, and a group of mercenaries paid for out of our own pockets as a personal guard with our adopted family, and established an outpost in the mountainous regions in the southern part of the continent to fight the Iron Horde, a group of Orcs that was formed in an alternate timeline by the Orc Supremist Garrosh Hellscream, much like how Requiem went back to build an army from the Cimoreans.
We named the keep Blackfang, as I had ended up being given a banner that was the face of a large black cloud serpent which I had been using as a mount when I needed to fly somewhere.

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More time passed, the Iron Horde fell, and we returned to Azeroth, leaving those we trusted in charge of what were more or less my new Lands in the alternate timeline of Draenor, our oldest child, Leon who we had adopted very long ago at this point had come into manhood and married his first love, a Panderan Girl named Lei, the two went off and had adventures of their own, I continued to serve the Horde, and the other children grew and lived their lives, not much of true note occurred, the average mortal life in a world constantly in danger from some God, Demon, or Insane Madman wanting power.

It was not until the last battle with a Demon Army, known as Burning Legion the same Demonic army who had created the scourge that had destroyed the lands I grew up in decades ago, a Demonic army that chased Cyliory's people across the Multiverse itself for thousands of years, those same demons assulted Azeroth, It was the final battle for the fate of the World I had grown up on, The Alliance and Horde working together with the Dragons, The Panderan, The Demi-gods that walked Azeroth, and I helped to Lead the Horde Forces in the Jade forest, In my time there I had effectively brought the Village of Shri-La into the horde proper, We faced Gigantic Pit Lords, Succubi who enchanted Men and Women alike, Fel Hounds, and Undead Legions much like the ones before.

Late into the war the Legion advanced hard, pushing to the last lines of Defenses that we had around Shri-la, to the point where I had to order the Evacuation of the Village in a retreat to take us deeper inland to a place that would be more defensible, It was in defending the Civillains as they evacuated that I ascended to True Planeswalkerhood, as well as lost the only true home I had ever known.

Cyliory and I were in the flanking guard of the Refugees, making sure that the lines were secure from an assault when it came, Warlocks, Bat Winged Demons known as Nazeriem, and Undead Dragons Raised from the Corpses of the Dragons who fell in Defense of Azeroth assaulting all at once, I commanded the Villagers to run, splitting the guard into 3, one to keep up with the healthy who could run on their own, those who would ride with the Wagons that were carrying the Old, the Sick and the Young, as well as families who did not want to be separated, and those of us who would hold the line, buying as much time for the others as we fell back bit by bit.

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My second Death, my Ascension into what most people would consider god-hood came at the hands of an Undead dragon, it's bones burning with Emerald Green Flames, The lines were collapsing quickly under the onslaught of demons, even the Dragons who had come to our aid could not help to stem the assault, I had called a retreat to the next defensive line, we had not stalled enough for all the civilians to evacuate fully as of yet, one of the children had been separated from their family.

Cyliory being the healer she is at heart, went to the child, however the child's cries drew the attention of something else, one of the Fel Wyrms, dragons killed by the Legion and raised using Demonic Blood, the beast reared back to blash Cyliory and the Child, and then I was there, between the Wyrm and the pair. My first instinct was to use the anti-magical abilities Death Knights are trained in, creating a bubble of protection from the magical breath weapon, however the intensity of the breath attack was too much for a single person to hold off, and the bubble began to fail. I put everything I had into the spell, trying to force it into staying up, including The Spark which had remained dormant within me for both my life and unlife, I reached out with my awakening Spark, and walked both myself and the wyrm to another plane, where my spark ignited fully, leveling the jungle that we had appeared in for miles, as the awakening of an old Planeswalker's spark was often a violent event.

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I woke up a great deal later, days..weeks, maybe even years, Planeswalkers as I explained before were once creatures of Thought and Will made flesh, and if our mind thinks that we need to sleep for a century, we do.

Now, I am sure some of you are wondering why a Planeswalker needs to sleep at all, we really do not physically but Urza, a genius among our kind one said "Even a man with all of my power must still dream".

But as I was saying, I woke up in a blasted landscape, what was once a lush jungle, now a crater where I landed on the plane, my runeblade was shattered next to me and I could feel the power flowing through me, had a sense of what I was, and could sense the chaotic energy of the blind eternities. I explored the land near me, adjusting to my new senses, and saw the true extent of the damage I wrought, the edge of the blast crater, and the remnants of an inferno, and burned out ruins of a castle, made from stone, in saving my own wife from death, I had doomed an entire city.

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I searched for the bones of the victims of my ascension, gathered them as best I could and constructed a mausoleum for them by hand, I could have used my new magics to rip the stone from the ground, shape it a thought to the exact way I despired but when I started..it did not feel right to do it that way, so I did it by hand, digging the stone and using my planeswalker shapeshifting to shift into a dragon to carry the stones, using the draconic claws to shape them, and inter each of the bodies into their own grave.

When the task was done, I gathered the remnants of my runeblade, created a sack for me to carry the shards in, and planeswalked back to Azeroth.

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I returned to Panderia, after several years of searching for the plane that Azeroth was on, and found changes, Shri La was a full town, rebuilt after the legion war, including a monument for those who fought to defend the Village, and my own grave, I found out that I had been declared dead and everyone had mourned my loss, so I left again, not wanting to dredge up feelings that had been put to rest decades ago.

I planeswalked to several planes, learning the extents of my new magics, drawing mana from the land, I met others like myself, gained friends among them, earned enemies. Even encountering Leshrac the Nightwalker, a Self Styled Demonic Planeswalker and dueling him to a standstill on Mercadia.

It was several thousand years later before I resided in a plane for more than a few decades, when the Ghost Rift of Ravnica was sealed and I stepped on the city plane, finding it's semblance of a true balance between all five colors of mana to be intriguing, I decided to live there for a time taking forms that would allow me to learn the ways of Ravnica's guildpact.

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Now before I continue any further, the style of magics I use is based off a system of 5 colors of mana, drawn from the changes in landmasses over thousands of years, such as winds eroding mountains down into rolling plains, or an earthquake shifting a river just enough for a fetid swamp to dry out enough for a forest to grow, and accessed by memories of places one has attachments too, deep memories of it, usually these energies can be conflicted with each other, Swamps full of Rot and shadow do not tend to mix with plains that receive enough sunlight to grow crops.

This is why Ravnica was an oddity among places, the peoples of the plane were split into 10 groups, called guilds, that used two colors of the five, so as a young..only a thousand years old at this point, planes-walker I decided to st ay, and learn how my innate black mana nature worked, I took the guise of a mortal, a young man and found a mentor in each guild, spending a human lifespan pretending to not be all powerful learning the ways that the guild mages used their magic, I began with the Dimir who were spies and assassins. So secretive that some considered them a myth.

They were mages of the mind and stealth, using their dark arts to drain memories from those of importance, I learned from them that even with my near godlike powers, Knowledge was even more powerful, a normal mage with the right knowledge could take down a planeswalker.

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((I apologize for the lack of posts, but apparently the Ravnica part of my backstory got kneecapped by a little bit of new lore about Ravnica being locked off by old planeswalkers, so I have had to go back and redo all my notes I should be starting things up again..i will have to edit or delete a good many posts))