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Prologue;

Year 15953

The city of Ravnica stood proud, its folks still trading. Spirits, humans, elves, goblins… all lived in harmony, they worked together, they eat together, even treat each other as family. Of course, some aren't like that.

Under the dark sky, a cloaked figure moved swiftly without making a sound. Tin Street, once crowded by many, now only few strolled at the street. The cloaked figure kept moving silently, not a single being saw him, and it was like the figure never existed at the place and time. Not a sound has reached a folk's ear, the figure moved closer to his destination, and finally the figure stopped at a large building, a hotel. The figure looked up and flexed its hands which are covered with jagged gloves. The figure scaled the walls, silent as shadow. The figure climbed to a window near the roof and climbed into it, the figure swiftly moved through the halls until it met a certain door. The figure pulled out a handgun and attached a silencer.

The figure slid through the door to see two men talking to each other, both had a dragon like insignia crest on their jacket.

The Izzet League

Between the two men is a strange looking machine shaped like a ball. The figure knew that the machine is its target, it also knows that it must finish the mission with the lowest amount of casualties possible. The figure moved forward, its gun held down, ready to strike if needed. The two men continued talking as if they're the only two here. One of the men stood up mentioning that he had a task to do and bid the remaining man goodbye, the figure grinned and advanced at the man. With one swift motion, the figure knocked out the man and took the machine.

The figure grinned to itself as it left the hotel and headed for the sewers. It entered and found itself in a dark tunnel, stench filled the air and squeaks of rats rang the figure's ears. The figure continued its movement and headed towards a place where a very small percentage of Ravnicans know about, Duskmantle, the House of Shadows. As the figure arrived, it waited outside the building, until a spirit like figure approached. The first figure passed the machine to the second figure, who unlike the first figure, was incorporeal.

"Garfield Logan, the master sends his praise, your next mission will reveal itself to you soon" the spirit droned. The figure bowed to the spirit and left Duskmantle.

Of course, Garfield Logan never existed, his guildmates never existed too, in fact, Garfield only knows his own identity in this guild. He glanced at his chest under his cloak and there, is an insignia that shows a spider with an eye on its back.

House Dimir

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BANG!

A tall man with a bulky build flew back from the explosion, his mechanical arms and legs shrugged the explosion of. The man was named Victor Stone, a proud Scientist of the Izzet League. Victor jumped back to a smoking table, now covered in glass shards. Victor swept the glass shards away and took out glass equipment from the drawers and in seconds, began mixing liquids again.

KABOOM!

Victor flew back from the explosion, his right arm flew of from the impact. With a growl, Victor's left hand glowed in blue, in the next second, his right arm is attached to his right shoulder. The large man jumped up and continued to work on his experiment.

XXX

A young man, Richard Grayson, sat facing a man who was wearing rags. Richard's jacket had a symbol which resembles an eclipsed sun, which means he is a member of the Orzhov Syndicate. Richard is also armed with a revolver, its bullets completely made out of white mana.

"So… you want food, for your family… doesn't the Golgari Swarm give out free food for the poor like you?" Richard asked in complete monotone. His eyes pierced the other man.

"Yes sir, but the Swarm doesn't give food all the time sir" the man replied, his voice was a lot weaker than Richard's.

"Very well, your food will arrive tomorrow, but remember, you owe us" Richard said and stood up leaving with the man's shouts of thanks.

Richard now stood at the Gnat Alley; he headed towards his guild place, Orzhova, the Church of Deals. Making his way swiftly, rats scuttled from places to places, people in rags stared at Richard with hate, fear and respect. The Orzhov member now stood in front of Orzhov, he entered and immediately moved to a briefing desk, which is being managed by a woman with the same symbol on her chest as Richard.

"Jhazed, well met…" Richard greeted, the woman looked up before handing him a folder.

"Richard… this person, Kladi Meglan, mysteriously disappeared, he is indebted to our guild, your mission is to find him and bring him to Orzhova" Jhazed briefed before continuing the paperwork.

Richard nodded and with a quick pray, he left Orzhova and went to find the man who owed his guild.

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a/n: Well, it's a try but hey, it should work

Richard Grayson: Orzhov Syndicate

Victor Stone: Izzet League

Garfield Logan: House Dimir

Rachael Roth?? 'Suggestions would be nice'

Kori Anders?? 'Suggestions would be nice'