Planar Chaos
Chapter Eight: Wildfire of Fiora
"Rhyne, why did I know I would find you back on Zendikar?" Marthel tilted his head to the side as he stood over where Rhyne was idly poking a small eldrazi with a flaming stick. The creature squealed and writhed, but it was unable to escape. Rhyne's eyes were hollow and bored. The eldrazi's screams came to an end as Rhyne booted it off of the cliff and onto some sharp rocks in the sea below.
"Well it's not hard. Arguably the most powerful beings in the multiverse are bound here. I don't have many other interesting places to go."
"I have a proposition for you," Marthel said with a smirk.
"Is it at the very least stimulating?"
"Well, it involves a get together with me and seven other walkers. After that, I have a sort of surprise planned for us."
"Marthel, you should know by now I have a love-hate relationship with surprises." It was true. Rhyne was intrigued by the idea of surprise, but sometimes it made him angry.
"You'll love this one. Have you ever heard of Xerex?"
"The maze plane?" Rhyne raised one eyebrow and scratched his beard thoughtfully. "I've heard of it, but have never been to it."
"Probably for good reason. Legend has it that an ancient planeswalker named Urza left something in the middle of the maze. I intend for the nine of us to go in and retrieve it. You're the first one I've told. Everyone else seems happy to come along just for the purposes of a party."
"Very well. I'll join. Where are we meeting?"
"Your old home, Ravnica."
"Like you, Marthel, I have no home. The multiverse is my home and I go where its winds take me. If where I end up isn't interesting, I make it interesting."
"So..." Marthel began, "poking an eldrazi is interesting?"
"It makes a nice sound." Rhyne shrugged.
"You'll certainly get along with Ashleigh. Both of you seem to get that whole torture thing." Marthel shuddered theatrically. "Ick."
"It's possible. You've spoken of the Voidcaller before. I haven't come across her in my travels yet."
"That would probably be because for the last few years or so she hasn't gotten out much. I just now was able to get her to leave Innistrad. A well timed angel attack helped."
"I don't fear angels, Marthel, so forgive me for laughing. I devour the likes of them," Rhyne guffawed. "Even so, I don't need allies. Allies are anchors that hold you in one place. They steal your spoils and make you weak."
"Okay. Rinok might be more your speed." Marthel placed a hand on his chin in thought.
"I'll be there, regardless of who shows up," Rhyne said.
Marthel knew when he wasn't welcome. He planeswalked away to find the last guest for his party, the one he least wanted to see.