The three Planeswalkers stood in triangular formation, each trying to watch their two enemies simultaneously. They all had different reasons for being there but they were all there for the same object: the Mox Opal. Only one of the 'Walkers really knew what the artifact did (the artifact had been more than legendary on his home plane), but they all knew that it was a creation of immense power. One of them, a tall, pale mage whose white mana shimmered in front of him in a shield, was staring warily at the other two and looking for some way to end this without conflict. Another one, a slightly shorter fire mage whose clothes looked to be on fire with how much fire mana he had been gathering, was glaring daggers at his two foes as he tried to decide which one to demolish first.
The final Planeswalker, a necro-alchemist who had adopted the lovely plane of Innistrad, merely grinned at his fellow 'Walkers as he sensed an entertaining fight coming up. "Well, this is certainly turning out to be interesting!" he shouted across the large temple, "I expected this to be another boring snatch and grab! I figure you two are here for the all-powerful Mox Opal, and I can tell you right now that I won't let you two fools even lay eyes on it."
"Please, don't do this," the white mage pleaded, eyes flickering between the fire and death mages. "I just want to make sure no one abuses the artifact."
"Well, then we've got a problem, skinny," the shortest mage laughed as he finally began to gather his black and blue mana to himself. "You see, I need to abuse the power of the Opal, it's a matter of life or death. You two, however, just want it. So I can't let it go to waste like that."
"You will not keep me from my prize!" the fire mage, whose people called him Tasmor, finally bellowed, unable to contain his rage any longer. Here he had come searching for a way to save his people and these two pompous mages dared to stand in his way! He would deal with them quickly. Gathering as much mana as he could he sent a massive destructive spell at the arrogant death mage, the vortex of flames and lightning turning the man into cinders- at least, that was his plan. Just as he had cast his spell it had somehow lost power. Then Tasmor heard a cackling kind of laughter.
"Temper temper, my dear friend!" The necro-alchemist was laughing hysterically, and at first Tasmor thought it was him that had stopped his spell, but then the death mage pointed to the white mage.
Tasmor turned to glare at the white mage who was looking admonishingly at the fire mage. The man had his hand extended towards the fire mage and a noticeable portion of his white mana was gone. "We don't need to fight on this matter, fire mage! We can come to a peaceful conclusion if everyone just calms down."
"Well that's ballsy to say to the one type of mage renowned for their emotional outbursts," the death mage laughed again and Tasmor hated it but he couldn't help but agree with him.
"What is your name, coward?" Tasmor asked as he dug deep for more mana, this time of black and green alongside the red mana he loved so much.
"I am known by the people of this world Staeyl, and I am no coward," the white mage retorted, obviously irritated by the claim against his honor. "And if you are so determined to make me your enemy, then I want to know yours as well."
"I am Tasmor of the Endless Life hunt, from the plane of Alara."
"I'm Coty, in case you two were wondering!" this time Staeyl didn't stop Tasmor from hitting the death mage with a lightning bolt, instead taking the opportunity to summon up two soldiers from the Aether. He looked the fire mage dead in his flaming eyes, having resigned himself to the fate of their battle. Still… "Please, don't make me destroy you."
In response, Tasmor laughed- and then sent three volleys of flame at the white mage. The three flames veered off from each other one hitting Staeyl and one for each of his summons. The Aether-born soldiers were killed instantly from the attack while the white mage only stumbled back, his natural protective magic, as well as his very real armor, protecting him from most of the blast. "So be it!" Staeyl yelled at his enemy, drawing his broadsword and summoning up two more soldiers.
True to his nature, the white mage did not go on the offensive, which Tasmor personally thought was a mistake. However, he wasn't really complaining as he summoned up two goblins, both of which sneered at the disgusted soldiers directly opposite of them. Tasmor drew his own weapon, a war axe that had personally taken the head of a large dragon of Jund, and grinned at his enemy. He prepared to attack the white mage with both his goblins and another fire spell when he was interrupted by a loud cracking sound. Both the fire mage and the life mage turned their heads towards the sound and were surprised to see a zombie crawling out of a freshly made hole in the stone floor of the temple with another zombie helping it out. Coty smiled warmly at his creations before looking at the outraged faces of the two other Planeswalkers. "Oh, am I interrupting something?" he asked with a sweet smile at the other two mages. "Don't mind me, continue."
The other two mages looked at each other and then back at the ghoul caller and back at each other. The death mage had interrupted their flow of battle, and now the two didn't really know how to continue. Luckily, Tasmor's fiery nature soon found the solution and sent a small lightning bolt at the life mage and sending his goblins to attack the man while he was distracted. The two ugly cretins were almost upon Staeyl when his soldiers stepped in and engaged the goblins with a bravery that couldn't be matched. Unfortunately for the soldiers, bravery did not count for everything and though they did manage to kill the two goblins, they still ended up dying themselves.
This, along with the injuries Tasmor had inflicted on him, enraged Staeyl into a frenzy. He quickly cast a healing spell before summoning his most familiar angel, her very presence filling the temple with radiance. She floated above the floor, her brown eyes filled with a righteous rage as she stared at the fire mage. She leveled her damaged but still deadly blade at Tasmor as her brown wings kept her aloft.
Tasmor, for his part, looked decidedly unimpressed; actually he was feeling extremely excited. "Finally, we're upping the game!" he shouted in with rage-filled glee as he summoned his own favorite creature. The dragon tore the roof off of the temple, letting the thunderstorm from outside in. The monster took off into the sky as it belched out a jet of flame at the angel, the holy warrior taking the hit with a grimace of pain. Then she was filled with her summoner's blessing and she knew she could handle the scourge and she rocketed off into the sky to meet her foe, leaving the two Planeswalkers alone once more. "Well, that was impressive to watch." Scratch that. Three Planeswalkers.
Only Staeyl turned to look at the rather grating necro-alchemist this time, but upon seeing the man's already pale face get paler Tasmor looked over at Coty- and had to stop his jaw from dropping.
Surrounding the lightly armored Planeswalker were three dozen ghouls of all shapes, sizes, and states of decay. They stared at the other two Planeswalkers with a voracious hunger that was only held back by their master's will though both of the mages knew that that could change any second. As the mages watched another eighteen zombies crawl up from the now massive hole in the ground they couldn't help but wonder how they had allowed themselves to be so distracted that they had missed the last 'Walker gathering an army of undead.
"Surprised?" Coty asked with that same wide grin as the lightning illuminated his cold eyes and his unhallowed army. "Don't be. You're not the first to ignore me in favor of a more aggressive enemy. It's why I always win."
The two other Planeswalkers called their battling summons from the skies, though they knew that the horde would destroy them in an instant, despite their fearsome creatures. They couldn't stop an army of that size from getting through, nor could they gather enough mana quickly enough to obliterate the unhallowed horde. Which is why they were shocked when the death mage began to sacrifice the horde, channeling their bodies into one already huge zombie, making a monster that could swat away both the dragon and the angel. And then the monster simply stood there.
The fire mage looked at the life mage in confusion- and then they felt it. It came suddenly, so suddenly that they could do nothing to stop. Their life was draining out of them at an agonizingly fast rate, and though Staeyl performed an emergency healing it still wasn't enough to stop whatever it was that Coty had done to them.
As his opponent's summons disappeared Coty dispelled Grimgrin, sending the zombie monster back into the Aether. He stared distastefully at where his fellow 'Walkers corpses lay before turning away and walking deeper into the temple. "Idiots," he muttered as he shoved a door open and walked up to a large altar containing a single object. "However, they did serve their purpose." He said smugly as he picked up the Mox Opal and left. He had noticed the way some of the other mages' magic had slowly drained into the floor while they battled each other and had found out that the temple was designed to absorb mana. After all, the Opal of this world would only be given to those who already had mastery of all five colors of mana; or in Coty's case, those who tricked others into using their magic to open the door for them.
As he began to 'Walk away he stared at the artifact in his hands, feeling the power coursing through him and grinning maliciously. "I'm coming for you, Bolas."
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Well, here's a little oneshot that is actually based off of a game between me and two of my friends. They don't really like each other all that much and so they're always trying to kill each other first and they ignore me completely. Heck, one time they forgot I was even in the room with them! But yeah, this started as a thing for fun, but I decided to link the last bit up with my other story "The Return". I hope you forgive me for that. And I also hope you liked this little story! Cya next time!
Foxtrot Agent 21, signing off!