"Have you ever seen a world fall to its knees? Watch, and learn." - Ob Nixilis
It has come to my attention by one of my closest friends that I am to catalog; No, that's a word too crude to describe my work; my time on Remnant.
The purpose of my visit is to learn everything I can about it. From its fauna and flora to its political intricacies and laws in which it operates. But atop it all, I aim to check if they have anything that can be used against them.
I will write down anything I find worth noting in this diary of mine, and then pass it down to my good friend back in Ravnica, who would then pick up my work and continue it once the time is right.
Should I meet my demise in the face of the broken moon, and you, the reader of this diary, who is native to this land, take it to a man named Joseph, in Ravnica. He is likely too busy fixing things at the boilerworks, but please, feel free to intrude in his solace then.
Let us begin. Every second I do not search, the false gods slither through the void ever so closer. Slowly, but surely.
I am a planeswalker hailing from the plane of Zendikar. Once my spark ignited, I found solace within Strixhaven after wandering the multiverse in search of a purpose.
Tutelage under Lady Kasmina has brought me to my full, albeit underwhelming, potential. A jack of all, but master of none.
My goal Is to document it all, to be a spectator. I have not lifted a finger against no one, even when the machine marched upon my home plane, I simply made sure to write the events unfolding.
Not that I'd have the strength or the will to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with my stronger kin anyway. My skill set has proven to be... Mediocre, when compared to the higher-class mages of the academy.
I am lacking in any real skill, my magic capacities are below average within the academy, and my physique couldn't be any frailer.
A weakling, so to speak.
However, a great threat once thought defeated, even before my birth, has once again made itself known. I cannot stand idly by anymore. Even with my weaker form, I am still a planeswalker.
I now seek a way to effectively fight against them.
In Strixhaven, the study of planes and the multiverse as a whole is close to nihil. Only a select few individuals still care about that.
One of these individuals, a young scholar fascinated by the multiverse's gears, brought something to my attention. A plane, never before explored.
He called it 'Remnant'. He says the name came to him as he gazed upon it for the first time as if the plane itself told it to him.
I, skeptical as ever, doubted the boy. In no maps did this plane appear, nor did he manage to show me at the time.
Special properties, he said.
Normally, I'd scold him for wasting my time, but with the potential of a land never before seen on the horizon, I gave him a day to gather as much information about it for me.
I dreamt of a broken moon that night.
He brought me whatever little information he gathered, as expected.
Logs, millennia-old, documented an 'error' within the visible and speculative multiverse.
A plane that, depending on where or when you observed it, appeared or disappeared. Remnant sits alone, disconnected from the rest of the multiverse.
That was enough for me. I brought the papers to a friend of mine in Ravnica, our work would begin there, at first to predict Remnant's erratic nature, then our research turned towards getting someone inside of it.
I've seen it myself. The plane seemed to phase in and out of existence in different periods of time, and also at different places, the scholar's theory was correct.
A defense mechanism against outside forces I bet.
Arriving at the plane is a quest in and of itself. No known methods of transport could pierce its veil, almost as if a powerful entity erected a barrier to ward off any and all outsiders.
This is one of the many complicating factors that make travel there nigh impossible.
It wasn't perfect though.
Despite my inability to tame the ways of mathematics, Joseph helped me through his immense ingenuity and lack of safety concerns, and now we can loosely foresee where this damned plane would blip into existence, and when it would.
A machine would soon be built, to send me there.
The inner workings of which I lack both the capacity and desire to understand.
Through trial and error, we managed to send a singular silver spoon inside the plane. That was a meaningful breakthrough.
Larger and more complex artifacts were sent there. Hammers, swords, and even the sink of my own house. The issue is that they were all made of silver.
We attempted to send living creatures through his horrifying contraption. No positive results. May the gods have mercy upon that poor sickly cat.
None dared to volunteer to go, and I grew tired of waiting.
A planeswalker's main skill is to travel between planes, no? Is it not logical to allow me to try?
A strand of hair, pulled from my head, is what we tested with before moving on to me. It worked, proving that my arrival there was not impossible.
Today I will attempt to be sent inside that plane, where no known planeswalker set foot upon. I couldn't get there with my spark alone, but this machine has the potential to do so.
Joseph agreed to it only after a lengthy discussion on how risky this is. The hypocrite. I do not care.
Within thirty minutes of the time of writing this, I shall be either lost to the void or a part of Remnant's history.
My history. My achievements.
That's why my spark was ignited after all.
There is a chance that I am forever lost, but my will shall be forever known in memories and ink. I am at peace with myself. To meet such an ending would be narratively underwhelming, thus I am sure It wouldn't happen.
After all, It is in passing that we achieve immortality, is it not?
I am Theos, and this is my log of Remnant.
If I fail, may Ra see this through in my stead.
A/N: Hello, it Is I, back at it again, this time with a different thing to show you all. A crossover, of RWBY and MTG. This will likely be a collection of Diary entries of a visitor on Remnant, about as short as this one.
Should this blow out of proportion, I'd have to consider making a full-blown fic about this.
Why am I making this one? I like writing stuff like this, I like the concept, and I've not found an MTG/RWBY fic that caught my attention yet. Admittedly, I also did not search deep enough for one either.
In fact, in my list of ideas, It was either this or a Disco Elysium one. The Disco Elysium idea did not go through because I came across megaman201's 'The Irrepressible Miracle' and it scratched that ache of mine. A must-read if you're a fan of either RWBY or Disco Elysium.
No, don't worry, I won't feature any named character in here as I won't have the pleasure to destroy them. Hasbro beat me to it.
I made the mistake of making a story and losing interest in it once, never again.
Hope you enjoyed this, and I'll see you... Next Week? Tomorrow? I don't know...