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Alright then!
-throws down a gauntlet-
Sun-worshipping conquistador Vampire from a different Plane Shift book, this time, https://media.wizards.com/2018/downl...ift_ixalan.pdf
These vampires are not vulnerable to sunlight, and are colonizing various new landmasses for the glory of Torrezon and the Legion of Dusk.
Mine is a Bard, the one who drums the marching beat for the soldiers.
And they might have accidentally found themself in a different setting altogether.
Very much a colonial mindset, "We are in the right", etc.
This was another one I wasn't at all familiar with (again, having not played MTG which all of this was based out of).
This would be like my "B.S. Assignment Turn In" - where I just wrote blabbering words that came to me, that fit to the world...
And hopefully, what you were wanting.
I did feel disconnected from this, only because of the unusual characteristics of it, but still enjoyed the challenge it represented.
Hopefully you get some enjoyment and can use some of what I presented!
Enjoy!
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The Immortal Sun.

Once, long ago, the Immortal Sun was entrusted to us.

The Immortal Sun is rumored to be the most powerful artifact in all of Ixalan. It promised such things as boundless wealth, strength of empires, and command over nature, among other such rumored powers. But there is one that I, and the others of the Legion of Dusk seek; Eternal Life.

I am, like almost all the others in the Legion of Dusk, a vampire. While it’s true, as Vampires we were “Immortal” but the Immortal Sun promised something different. As Vampires our immortality was through this state of being undead; but the Immortal Sun promised our lives restored and the opportunity to properly live eternally.

I have marched with the Legion of Dusk for several years now; only recently having been turned when my employer, Harru Fallenstar, a noble, was turned during the Rite of Redemption. My former employer, Harru Fallenstar continued to hold his position in the political office.

The rest of his household was turned as well, joining the Legion of Dusk in their conquest across the land and our desperate search for the Immortal Sun. My bardic skills were assigned to the Nightfang division; a group of Paladins who fed only on the guilty: enemies of war, rebels of the state, and heretics who defy the Church of Dusk.

As a part of the Nightfang our primary goal was to sail around Ixalan in search of the Immortal Sun. We turned those who were willing to join our case and killed those who refused to be turned and might one day strike or speak against the Legion of Dusk. As a result of that we left a long trail of blood every time we made port somewhere.

One of the fellow Nightfang was a Condemner, who like her fellow Nightfang brethren, punished those who did not recognize the authority of the Church. But Melara ‘Mel’ Bloodstone specialized in something called Shade-Binding, in which she would magically bind Shades, sometimes called Revenants which magical bracers to guard the ship we were on. Mel had just finished dealing with a rebellious Revenant as she sat down. The ship, a long, broad and powerful boat called The Shadow Walker lurched in the swelling tides.

“You all right, Mel,” I asked as I sat down next to her.

Mel, her face pale, like the rest of the vampires looked even paler than normal. “I’ll be fine,” she said, though her voice did not exude the confidence of the statement.

“I know this isn’t your first sea mission. You’ve been a part of the Nightfang for a very long time, as I understand it,” I said as I sat next to her, placing my drums to one side.

Mel laughed, “It’s got nothing to do with feeling ill because of the sea,” she confessed. “I just don’t trust the information given to us by the Spitfire Bastion.”

“Ripley knows better than to cross us,” I said, tapping on my drums lightly.

“And Ripley has ever reason to lie to us,” Mel remarked. “The Spitfire Bastion is ruled by the Brazen Coalition which is an organization that’s also seeking the Immortal Sun and have direct conflict with us, as the Legion of the Dusk. They want the Immortal Sun because they believe it can take them back to their homeland, Torrezon.”

“The idea of some portal at the horizon,” I chuckled, “seems outlandish. And that’s coming from me, where I spent all of my life serving Harru by playing music for he and his family; and telling his many children an assortment of outlandish stories. Especially since it apparently only happens every ‘certain amount of years when the sun and moon touch.’ I admit, it sounds outlandish, but it would explain why no one has found the Immortal Sun, despite so many groups looking for it.”

As if on queue the bells in the crow’s nest began to ring. The Shadow Walker’s crew all ran to the bow of the ship. Just as the Ripley, from the Spitfire Bastion base had said; just as the sun was touching the horizon a shimmering portal seemed to open just as the sun met the moon on the horizon.

“So, this is where the Immortal Sun is hidden,” I gasped to myself. I immediately began playing the drums, pounding it to the same rhythm of the waves slamming against the Shadow Walker.

The tension escalated quickly as the Shadow Walker drew closer and closer to the portal.

“This is a trap,” Mel voiced her concern softly standing next to me.

“How is this a trap?” I asked, banging the drums joyfully. “It’s exactly what they said.”

“And that’s what worries me,” Mel gripped the edge of the ship. Beyond the portal a beautiful world could be seen.

The Shadow Walker passed through the portal and Mel watched as it closed behind them.

“This is definitely a trap,” she repeated.

The Shadow Walker docked in a massive city port, which no one on the crew recognized. As dock workers approached to help tie down the ship, several of the workers caught a glance at the crew members and panic set in.

“Vampires!” one of them called and the alarm rang. Armed guards approached the ship, weapons drawn. “By the name and honor of the Lords of Waterdeep, surrender peacefully or else be met with lethal force.”

The crew members stared at each other and smiled.

I began to beat on the drums.

Let loose the sounds of war.