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Post by kartheunlucky on Feb 20, 2011 16:55:52 GMT -6
From the data logs of a Myr Observer, designate 03764:
War has come to Mirrodin. The land is tainted with an oily, black residue that corrupts everything it touches. Brother fights brother, den-guard fights regent, and my fellow myr disassemble each other with a violent precision that must be seen to understand.
I am an observer, I must watch and record, so I have been given a form of emotion and sentience. These are my greatest weaknesses, for I cannot bring myself to fight those who resemble myself and my compatriots. I am relegated to hiding in the shadows and witnessing wholesale death and destruction, and then I see the truly terrifying part - the dead reassembled into an even greater machine of fear and dull malevolence. I do not know how Mirrodin can rid itself of this plague. As each cycle ends, the hopes of a purified land grow dimmer and dimmer.
We need heroes.
We need miracles.
Even now, a few small forces have risen up to fight this growing plague. Their battle cries are a sweet song that lights up my memory banks every time they are recorded.
"We Will Endure!"
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Post by Dolphus on Feb 21, 2011 18:42:42 GMT -6
Win or lose all heroes must die. To run from the battle is to die by your own hands because i do not mind taking care of the cowards. Mirrodin must win.
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Post by ewolttirrem on Feb 26, 2011 0:27:00 GMT -6
Rage, Rage against the dying of the Light!
A darkness has crept into our world. It hides beneath the surface, darkening our home from its core. Many lack the will to resist and have fallen into the darkness. They now bear its stain and seek to spread its corruption to the surface. If left unchecked, our whole world will be consumed and all will be lost in the darkness.....
But there is hope. There are those among us who choose to fight. Those who have the will to resist. We will bear the light of our world and drive out the darkness. Join us brothers. Bask in the light of the Five Suns and draw from their strength.
Do not lose hope. Do not slip into the clutches of the night.
Join us and Rage against the dying of the Light!
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Post by natedog08 on Feb 26, 2011 11:20:05 GMT -6
The magics on this world are more varied than Our Father's home ever offered us. As our options multiply, so shall our strength. Stand beside me, fight beside me, as I compleat this world, bending it to our will.
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Post by kartheunlucky on Feb 27, 2011 15:10:29 GMT -6
From the data logs of Myr Observer 03764 - Entry 7259:
The corruption is spreading faster than the defenders of my home can stop it. Two champions have arisen to battle the evil leaders of this dark army that sweeps through our land like a vile, blighted wind. Unfortunately, my champions have not fared well. They are being defeated by these things, many of which seem to have assembled themselves from bone, ichor, and fear itself. I saw the champions repeatedly, brutally beaten, but they have managed to hide themselves away to heal their many wounds. I only hope that the infection that seems to have taken so many of my myr brethren does not touch these pure-hearted champions of goodness and light.
The dark army whose name I do not yet know seems to have gathered two powerful leaders as well, though at least one has suffered difficult losses just as the Mirran warriors, though he struck down his own brother with no remorse. The other evil bastard seems to have laughed off any attempts the Mirran forces made on his army and cruelly crushed the resistance underfoot like a dried, brittle leaf. Two of his lieutenants tore through the opposition with a gleeful, maniacal precision that would have made me expel my sustenance if I had a body like the various sentient races that populate this poor, blight-riddled land. I don't know how much longer our forces can survive this butchery.
They say we will endure, but my hopes wane with each passing cycle.
I must end this log now. One of my plagued brethren grows nearer. I have no wish to be disassembled.
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Post by ewolttirrem on Mar 5, 2011 1:53:21 GMT -6
A Dark Day...
As the Shadows crept forth to the surface, they found the Light lacking. The warriors of Light were disorganized and unprepared. Our Order suffered great losses. Emboldened by its early success, the Darkness burst forth from its hiding places in hopes of extinguishing the Light in one quick blow.
Arrogance comes before the Fall...
The agents of Darkness surged forth to snuff out the Light, but this time the Light was prepared. As many warriors fled, only to become entangled in small skirmishes else where, two Champions of Light stood firm to confront the Dark Hordes. The Champions of Light drew upon ancient magics, powers set aside only for the most dire of times. For days the battle raged on and it appeared as if the forces of Darkness would prevail. But the Champions of Light unleashed their shemes and crippled the minions of Darkness. With a display of unimaginable power, the Light drove back Darkness, sending it scurrying back into the holes and crevasses from which it spewed forth.
Now the Light shall pursue the Darkness...
Though greatly outnumbered, the Champions of Light drove back the hordes of Darkness. The awesome display of might brought forth by the Light awakened many who had fallen under the curse of the Darkness. These fallen warriors and beasts turned from their dark path to fight along side our Order, bringing with them many strange weapons and armor forged by their Dark masters. Though some among our Order are disgusted by the presence of those that bear the stain of Darkness, we shall use them and their strange weapons to destroy their former masters. As a reward, we shall grant them a proper death and allow their tortured souls to be at peace. Now the Light shall pursue the Darkness. We will take our forces beneath the surface and cleanse our World from within.
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Post by kartheunlucky on Mar 5, 2011 22:29:45 GMT -6
From the data logs of Myr Observer 03764 - Entry 7263:
There were two great battles today. The Dark Army sent many minions to confront the Heroes in the caves where they were licking their wounds from the last round of confrontation. The Heroes were swarmed and hope seemed vanquished in a dismal display of visceral violence.
The first Hero faced a veritable onslaught of purest evil, casting every spell and sending every soldier into oblivion in an attempt to stymie the vile creatures that spewed forth from whatever fetid pit these creatures originated. I feared he would die a horrible death when he found his footing and annihilated the hordes with a purifying burst of light. It was glorious, and filled me with hope once again.
The second Hero was equally beset upon by the most disgusting creations I have ever witnessed, pustule-dripping, plague-mongering, gibbering beasts that possessed far more cunning than things that look like that have any right to possess. The Hero was taken aback by them and worked viciously to end one of the three abominations wretched existence quite efficiently. The other two continued into the fray like looming shades bent on devouring his soul.
That's when it happened. The Hero called forth a twisted version of the most powerful creation that has ever existed in our world. A massive, indestructible, unthinking, unfeeling war machine that dripped with the black, oily substance that seems to plague my home. Confronted with this thing, the creatures that threatened the Hero turned tail and ran like frightened mice before a cat. His victory may have been hollow, though, for I question the wisdom of using the Dark Army's tools in this war. As powerful as those tools are, one can only wonder if their very use will corrupt the user. I hope not.
We need all the Heroes we can get, for I am starting to finally believe the battle cry.
"WE WILL ENDURE!"
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Post by kartheunlucky on Mar 11, 2011 13:03:28 GMT -6
From the data logs of a Myr Observer, designate 03764, entry 7265
The Dark Army has begun to march to the core. An otherworldly gate has appeared from nothingness, and the Army appears to want it flung open wide. The Champions of Light have seen this sudden surge and appear to be racing the Darkness.
Will they make it? I do not know. If they do not, then surely Mirrodin will be permanently scarred by some fresh evil arisen from whatever oozing hell these things were spawned from. After the victories the Champions achieved, I can only desperately hope they do not become complacent, contented with momentary success.
The gate must be sealed.
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Post by kartheunlucky on Mar 13, 2011 16:03:55 GMT -6
From the data logs of a Myr Observer, designate 03764, entry 7266
After being soundly and easily defeated in battle by our Champions, the Dark Army has returned stronger, faster, and much more deadly. While one of the blighted generals still seems to be reeling from a string of defeats, the other has risen up against our land like a demon. He suffered a brief setback from a shining knight he derisively referred to as a coward, but then was joined by an evil force that helped him gruesomely disembowel one of the Mirran army's lieutenants who was attempting to seal the gates that were opening in the Core of my metallic home.
The gate has even now begun spewing forth a demented evil and a nameless dread that I cannot comprehend. The shadow of a dragon looms, greater than any mere furnace dragon on my world. I do not know what land lays beyond the gate they have opened, but I cannot help but fear it.
The other gate was sealed, however. The so-called "Coward" has once again proven to be otherwise after being set upon by two of the most foul-looking creatures I have ever observed. He was joined in battle with one of the great Heroes of Light, but the Hero's army was no match for the fetid, disease-ridden plague that was unleashed. The Coward, however, dispatched these things as though they were no more than children's playthings. Perhaps we do have hope.
Perhaps. Though with the other portal opened, I do not know how long our hopes may last. As it is, I find myself diving into the shadows more and more, witnessing my myr brethren becoming monsters that wish only to make me and my pure brethren like themselves. I must keep away from them. I cannot allow myself to be corrupted. Perhaps if I join myself to one of the Heroes' retinues, I can expect safety. I must try this.
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Post by kartheunlucky on Mar 19, 2011 18:53:41 GMT -6
From the data logs of a Myr Observer, designate 03764, entry 7271
I have joined one of the proud Heroes. He has accepted me into his ranks and offered shelter in exchange for information on the Dark Army. I have gathered much information from him as well. It appears the Army should rightly be called "Phyrexian," a word that is quite alien to the Mirran tongue, though my superior innerworks have no such issues, of course. I have inquired of this Hero the reasoning behind sending in the tainted colossus in his battle with the three Phyrexian ghouls he encountered before, and he told me that he wished them to have a taste of their own medicine. It certainly seemed to work.
While I was with the Hero, who I have begun to think of as a personal protector and father figure, he began an assault on these vile Phyrexians and spurred our allies to inflict heavy losses upon them. He stripped many of them of their greatest weapons and violently beat them back. After the previous cycle's destruction of our forces, I was heartened to see these fiends cut down before me. I am beginning to wonder how I can join the fray. Perhaps I could sharpen my forelimbs or harness the power of fire and turn these things to ash.
Then again, perhaps I should stay in the shadows. I am content here. I see all. I am an Observer. I should probably leave the fighting to the Enforcers and Battlespheres. I am no war machine.
Still...
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Post by dragonsrkewl on Mar 20, 2011 1:56:49 GMT -6
I am Phyrexian.
I have resently been activated and sent to this place the local organic inhabitants call Mirrodin. i have already engaged these Mirrans, as they call themselves. I easily defeated the first of these pathetic Mirrans, but Mirran reinforcements soon arrived and I was overwhelmed. Defeated and damaged, I retreated to the Praetors and allowed my fellow Phyrexians to continue to fight. After my wounds had regenerated I was sent out to combat a Mirran. I summoned hordes of the mighty creatures that have been touched by the Blessed Dross, the holy substance that courses through all of Phyrexia. The Mirran began to falter as the posion set in him. I summoned one of the Mirran artifacts, the Thopter Assembly.He summoned the Hero of Bladehold, and the creatures battle cries echoed across the field driving these imperfect beings to attack with renewed vigor. The Mirran dared to tap into the Dross and summoned the mighty Skinrender. The battle seemed stalemated until I summoned one of the new blessings the Father of the Machines bestowed upon us, the Mimic Vat. I killed the Skinrender and drew its essence into the Vat. The Mirran's resolved faltered at this turn of events, but I was not done. I destoyed his mighty Hero and drew its essence into the Vat, laughing as I did so. My creatures swarmed the field and with his Hero's cries now spurring on my creatures I crashed through the Mirrans pitiful defenses and overwhelmed him.
Do these Mirrans not understand the gift we wish to bestow upon them? Do they not want perfection? It is no matter. My Phyrexian brothers and I will not stop untill all of Mirrodin is remade in the image of Yawgmoth. Soon......... ALL WILL BE ONE!!!!
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Post by ewolttirrem on Mar 20, 2011 15:30:58 GMT -6
Day 28 in the year of the glorious White Sun.
After the joint venture with Sir Timothy to seal off the Phyrexian portal, I returned to base camp. I called in the medics and had to undergo a leech treatment to remove the vile toxins that had been injected by those filthy Phyrexian beasts. Though the treatment was rather painful I managed to get some well needed rest while the leeches did their work.
As soon as the treatment was over, I was awakened and found my troops in a panic. Reports were coming in of battles erupting all around us. It appears the Phyrexians were on the offensive again. With their portals discovered and some now being sealed, the Phyrexians were wasting no time.
So I gathered my troops, both loyal Mirrans and some newly acquired Phyrexian converts, and we marched off to battle again. The blessings of the Order of the Five Suns must have been upon us this day, for our first encounter was the Phyrexian praetor Randicon. I expected a great battle from this Phyrexian warlord, but his army crumbled and fled with hardly any fight at all.
Moments later another Phyrexian force attacked from behind. Praetor Nathiax had been trying to flank my forces while we fought against Randicon's horde. This tactic failed however, because Randicon and his pathetic force had already fled. To my surprise, Nathiax had hired a force of Mirran mercenaries. I guess it was an attempt to make our forces hesitate, to see if we were willing to kill our fellow Mirrans. To counter this vile action, I sent in my newly converted Phyrexian squad with a few hardened Mirrans to keep them in line. Much like his fellow praetor, Nathiax and his traitorous Mirrans were easily beaten and forced to flee. Nathiax cursed his poor judgment in using faithless Mirran mercenaries over his usual Phyrexian horde.
Rather then rely on our new Phyrexian converts to heavily, I set them to guard our camp and continued fighting with my Mirran warriors. We fought many battles and struck down one Phyrexian force after another. I even had a few friendly duels with fellow Mirran commanders as we met up throughout the day.
This was almost a perfect day except for one minor defeat. My Mirran warriors and I had to retreat from an ambush by the wretched Phyrexian wench Candilous. Though my warriors fought valiantly, they were overcome by a mighty angel that had been tainted by this vile Phyrexian menace. Next time my forces will be prepared for her aerial assault and we will force this Phyrexian wench to choke on the same poisons she so loves to strike us down with. But for now I must return to the medics and sit through another dreaded leech treatment.
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Post by trojanhorses on Mar 24, 2011 19:21:34 GMT -6
Battle logs from a son of the Red Sun.
As my forces returned from our triumphant victory at the portal, we began to mount an offensive. We intended to lure the vile phyrexian beasts into our breaches and extinguish them all like the fifty dogs they are! Unbeknown st to us phyrexian scouts followed us back to our camp. Calvanic the Unpredictable and Aaronious Garcia ashamed at their performance over the portal joined by an unknown phyrexian besieged our location.
Though demoralized these demons were inspired by they're overwhelming numbers. The gloom at the sight of this like ants erupting from a mound made a victory look bleak. As our crusader uttered the simple words Koth instilled in all of us "Flame doesn't kneel to Phyrexia", my loyal soldiers answered the call to arms.
As the battle began, it became apparent that the horrible loses Calvanic and Aaronius suffered at the portal were too much. They screamed for reinforcements and the wretched phyrexian wench Candilous appeared over the horizon. At this moment, we began a counter assault against Candilous! By cutting off the reinforcements from the horde dealt a crushing blow to the phyrexians. With the advancing reinforcements neutralized Calvanic and Aaronius quickly abandoned the battlefield as fast as they arrived.
The complete failure of these phyrexian generals to assassinate my forces made this a attempt an insulting embarrassment, almost cowardly. As a Son of the Red Sun, "Phyrexia will never corrupt what they can't get close enough to touch".
Long live Mirrans, and long live the Red Sun!
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Post by kartheunlucky on Mar 27, 2011 13:43:20 GMT -6
From the data logs of a Myr Observer, designate 03764, entry 7274
In the fog of war, there are no winners. While we engage the Phyrexians daily, there is no progress for either side. We gain an inch, we lose an inch, and the same ground is filled with blood and ichor. There will be no growth in this place for many years, for the ground is tainted. I wonder what flora could possibly bloom in this contentious field.
There are a few heroes that have blossomed in this chaos, but even more villains. The most disturbing battle I have witnessed was one between the Sir Timothy and the twisted being the Phyrexians look to for wisdom and direction. The Phyrexian sent Sir Timothy's armies running scared in all directions. His own legion's heroes were turned against him by the vile bastard's cunning treachery, and the corrupted heroes came in with the dark minions of Phyrexia for a vicious double assault that no army could hope to survive. I can only hope that Sir Timothy can regroup and reconnoiter to find a way to overcome these hordes of shadowy horrors.
I must speak with my liege and find how I may be of greater service to the cause. Surely I can do more than merely observe.
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Post by ewolttirrem on Mar 30, 2011 18:52:39 GMT -6
The War Rages On...
The battle for our beloved world continues with no end in sight. Though the Champions of Light fight valiantly, the Darkness seems unending. One portal after another has been found and destroyed, yet the Darkness continues to spew forth from somewhere. Now the shadowy fiends are preparing a new assault. They seek to tear down two great Towers of Light and snuff out the will of our warriors to resist. This cannot be allowed to happen. Rise up you Warriors of Light. Strike down the dark ones. Their vile wave of ichor shall not stain our homelands.
Prepare brothers! For the March of Darkness shall end on the Day of Fools.
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