A Tide of Oil

[D20ragon]

The five suns of Mirrodin have risen on a world losing a war.
The brilliant gleaming light of the metal orb has become dull and twisted by the oil of Phyrexia.
Each day, hordes of creeping, scuttling things swarm further into the plane. Each day, the oil continues it's relentless work.
Each day, Mirrans are killed, butchered and remade into the fiends they war against.
Each day is a losing battle.
But hope exists yet.
New heroes may yet arise.
The suns may yet shine on a uncorrupted Mirrodin.

[BornValyrian]

Working in his makeshift lab, Ystus appears just as focused as he was working in the Synod. Just him and iron, the overwhelming heat and the hopelessness seemed to fade away until even the Slagmaw's corpse was blurry. His hands worked quickly as he folded the iron into an engine. Fond memories of the skiffs he rode between labs sought to distract him, but he put them away for another time. Attaching the engine to a platform, about 5 feet square, he fine tunes the arcanoconversion factors in the engine to provide the smoothest ride he could. Then he pulls the wooden tiara from under his cloak and looks at it thoughtfully. Thank you, Rholia. I'm sorry your people couldn't see the truth. He then continues to convert it into the power input for the transport he is creating, linking the Aether between them. He sets up the control panel, and stands back, proud of his work.


Intro to eldrikinetics: 2 orthogonal engines, each connected together heuristically with an arcanodynamic Wooden input.
Concentration: [roll0]
Concentration: [roll1]
UMD (woodIn): [roll2]
Autohypnosis: [roll3]
Know: arch&eng (control panel): [roll4] (DC 20)

If I take the woodInput, the circuit will automatically recomplete itself once it returns to the bubble.

Ystus turns to see that small Vulshok child behind an iron rib, peeking in at his work. He turns to him and says, Once this is charged up we can use it to get around, and if we need to carry supplies. He removes the tiara and stows it in his pockets.

[Feathersnow]

"I have committed the greatest offense..."

The words of God echoed through his heartstone. The father of machines... condemned... the war on the mirrans. He repudiated the praetors. The praetors must understand this, whatever the court nobles say. Their failure to recant their actions made them apostates to the father of machines.

An observer had only one recourse when dealing with apostates.

but with so many of his lessers destroyed or converted after Memnarch's death, 173-r would need help to restore Karn to true power over Argentum.

The furnace layer was the place to go to rally the mirrans against the heretics. Urubrask was lesser committed to the false faith than his brethren, and might even recant. At the very least, he could find allies among the Mirrans. This camp looked promising. Other myr had reported it to him, though he order them to censor their reports when issuing them to the phyrexians..