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JurassicParts
Planetoid
- Joined
- May 16, 2017
She was still shaking when she materialized to this new plane, the characteristic bright green light flickering around her as she slipped into being in this new place as easy as breathing. Well, maybe not the way she was breathing now. Nissa’s chest was pounding and she could feel the torment of emotion on each exhaled breath. Her heart was pounding but her mind was set. Emotionally wrecked as she was, she was determined and unflinchingly set in her decision.
Nissa had left her friends’ and their convoluted, backwards goals. She was going to find a way to heal her home and save her people. Her real mission, it should have been her only decision. She’d never be able to atone for forgetting that, but she was going to try.
So the elven mage had come to this strange plane, having sensed some great magical force even from the blind eternities between the words. There was something here of substantial power: a restorative, creative kind of energy that reminded her of the Zendikar of her youth. If there was even a chance there was some power on this foreign plane that she could use to save her home, she had to investigate.
It wasn’t a wholly unfamiliar kind of environment. The elven planeswalker was immediately grateful to be surrounded by the verdant green of a lush, healthy forest world. It gave her hope. The trees and foliage here wasn’t familiar to her in the way that the greenery of Zendikar was, but she felt an inherent rightness to the order of biome in this new world. Perhaps there was a village of humans nearby that could answer some questions about this place. Nissa didn’t much like to meet strangers, people made her uneasy. The workings of human societies (and even most elven ones) always seemed a bit strange to her, as though everyone was just waiting for her to do something wrong and to step out of line. She didn’t like the eyes of others on her.
The natural world had been the only place she’d ever felt at ease.
As her steps carried her deeper into the forest, she furrowed her brows and her green eyes darted around in slight confusion. The growth here was very old, ancient layers of moss and mold but the trees were thinning out. The opposite of the usual massive sentinel trees, the ones too big to even see around at the ground level, were conspicuously absent.
She stepped further, hands tighter around the haft of her staff as she progressed. The tumbled rocks and stones were more and more organized now, finally becoming an obvious shrine or temple of some kind. If she wasn’t actively searching for the powerful force that had drawn her to this plane she would never have taken the risks to continue forward. But the restoration of her homeland drove her forward.
Nissa had left her friends’ and their convoluted, backwards goals. She was going to find a way to heal her home and save her people. Her real mission, it should have been her only decision. She’d never be able to atone for forgetting that, but she was going to try.
So the elven mage had come to this strange plane, having sensed some great magical force even from the blind eternities between the words. There was something here of substantial power: a restorative, creative kind of energy that reminded her of the Zendikar of her youth. If there was even a chance there was some power on this foreign plane that she could use to save her home, she had to investigate.
It wasn’t a wholly unfamiliar kind of environment. The elven planeswalker was immediately grateful to be surrounded by the verdant green of a lush, healthy forest world. It gave her hope. The trees and foliage here wasn’t familiar to her in the way that the greenery of Zendikar was, but she felt an inherent rightness to the order of biome in this new world. Perhaps there was a village of humans nearby that could answer some questions about this place. Nissa didn’t much like to meet strangers, people made her uneasy. The workings of human societies (and even most elven ones) always seemed a bit strange to her, as though everyone was just waiting for her to do something wrong and to step out of line. She didn’t like the eyes of others on her.
The natural world had been the only place she’d ever felt at ease.
As her steps carried her deeper into the forest, she furrowed her brows and her green eyes darted around in slight confusion. The growth here was very old, ancient layers of moss and mold but the trees were thinning out. The opposite of the usual massive sentinel trees, the ones too big to even see around at the ground level, were conspicuously absent.
She stepped further, hands tighter around the haft of her staff as she progressed. The tumbled rocks and stones were more and more organized now, finally becoming an obvious shrine or temple of some kind. If she wasn’t actively searching for the powerful force that had drawn her to this plane she would never have taken the risks to continue forward. But the restoration of her homeland drove her forward.