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A Stolen LibraryThere is a lot of Etherium in these ones.
Tezzeret walked through Tin Street, eying the wares and shrugging off the desperate vendors who clawed at his cloaked figure. He sat down on a barrel amid the sounds of a couple of children playing. He animated 2 of the trinkets that sat on a table, and they walked over to him while their owner gazed into space. Tezzeret picked them up, marveling and mulling over the imperfection of their design.
“Why would anyone buy these…” He murmured under his breath.
Tezzeret: askbanealleybroker: asktezzeret: askbanealleybroker: “Information is…
“Information is not free, my friend.”
His eyes glow, and he points to a snowglobe, finger shaking. It sprouts legs, arms, and a head, then looks around smiling. It walks over to Andra, then plops down. Tezzeret snaps, and the…
Andra’s smile faded, “That I don’t know. He’s a busy man. I could have someone bring him to you, though.”
“Yes. That sounds great.” He hands over a handful of some sort of coin. “These from another plane. Have fun with them. That should cover the snowglobe. Do you know of an inn? That’s where I’ll be, probably.”
“”Yeah! Me too!”“
“Dammit Jest.”
“Information is not free, my friend.”
His eyes glow, and he points to a snowglobe, finger shaking. It sprouts legs, arms, and a head, then looks around smiling. It walks over to Andra, then plops down. Tezzeret snaps, and the contraption explodes, shattering them both with gears and pieces of fake snow. “Is it free now? Or should I bring your shop to life?”
Andra rolls her eyes, “That’s 40 zibs. I know Vosk, yes.”
“Do you know where he is?” Tezzeret grumbles, ruffling for his coin purse.
asktezzeret replied to your post: A man, cloaked in a ragged piece of cloth, comes into the shop, looking around. After surveying the wares, he walks up to the counter, and stares at Andra. Do you happen to know a He pulls out a piece of paper, reading it over. Mirko Vosk? Dumb name. Anyway, do you know one of them? Or him? I dont know. Just tell me. A metal arm shows in one of the holes in the cloth.
Dont play dumb with me, shopkeep. Just tell me where he is. Im not gonna hurt him. Probably.
“Information is not free, my friend.”
His eyes glow, and he points to a snowglobe, finger shaking. It sprouts legs, arms, and a head, then looks around smiling. It walks over to Andra, then plops down. Tezzeret snaps, and the contraption explodes, shattering them both with gears and pieces of fake snow. “Is it free now? Or should I bring your shop to life?”
“Even if I didn’t smell it, I knew you would kill him. You take great delight in trying to prove you are above the rest of my servants. The reality is far from that fantasy you hold.” Nicol Bolas scolded. ”You know Ravnica, Tezzeret, which has put yourself in a position where you could take advantage. Sarkhan is infiltrating the Rakdos for me, I have a new agent scurrying around the Izzet League and I keep an eye on the others. There is to be a race through a Maze, organised by the Izzet and there is apparently a grand prize at the end that will shift the balance of power on this plane. I am here to observe personally.”
As he spoke, his spell met completion, from the billowing smoke of black mana, came striding out a dark specter. It carried a long staff, a blue, cold glow came from it’s empty hood and it made no sound at all. It looked at Tezzeret before it headed for a window, leaping out to it’s apparent peril, but instead it rising back into view on the back of a black, grinning drake.
“I want you to track down someone for me, my servant. I find myself curious about this worlds underworld. You will find the champion of Dimir, speak to him, aid him if you have too. And report your findings to me. I’m sure you will appreciate the company that I am sending you to follow, a far more pleasant experience than dealing with the Phyrexians.”
Tezzeret smiled. He liked the idea of a challenge, though a vampire may be pushing it. Still, human interaction was better than that of a selection of undead, shambling husks of the former selves of living things. Though some on this world may be rash, Tezzeret would deal with it. He bowed graciously. “I am merely practicing for any assignment you may give me, Lord Bolas, by crushing the windpipes of your infinite ranks of minor implings. Who knows when a mission may require me to destroy a small being’s esophagus with a clench of the fist?”
“Anyway, I believe I will track down this champion. I will report all progress to you, master. Do you happen to know anything more of this vampire?”
“No. The Dimir keep their secrets well, but not well enough in most regard.” Nicol Bolas left the cooling ingot and moved closer to Tezzeret, providing him with his full attention now. ”The Dimir run a popular, guildless library. The Ismeri Library. Also, Bane Alley is a focal point of Dimir’s more obvious crimes as well. You should find links to the guild in both locations. I am sure you did not need me to tell you this, but a little prod in the right direction does help in getting you to move quicker. Oh, and be warned. Jace Beleren is on this plane. You ‘Will’ not, engage in any petty vengeance while you are here or I will take that arm back from you.” His tone was laced with threat at his final order, able to chill the blood of a fire elemental.
“Of course, master. All progress will be reported to you by yours truly, or perhaps some… ‘friends’ I pick up along the road.” He walks out, waving at Bolas. “Seeya!”
“”Whoo-hoo! An adventure!”“
*little phyrexian whispers*
“Stay away from me.”
Nicol Bolas tilted his head, glaring at Tezzeret with a baleful stare as he sniffed the air. Even with the heavy incense, he could smell the blood on Tezzeret’s clothing. ”Tell me, Master Tidehollow, Do you kill my assets out of fun, or frustration?” The Elder dragon turned his attention back on the Ingot in the center of his room, weaving a delicate, silent spell with the mana pulsing from it.
He sniffs the air, and grins. “Mostly fun, master. You have the nose of a hound. Why have you brought me here? What mission has been chosen?” He walks around the lair, looking at walls. “May I compliment you on your home decorating skills, master?”
“”Yes, beautiful! I especially love what you’ve done with that empty wall over there!”“
“Oh yes, Doc! That one’s great!” He waves to an imp with the blood-soaked arm of one of the imps friends. He smiles sheepishly as the imp goes frigid. “Anyway, master. Why did you need me?”
“Even if I didn’t smell it, I knew you would kill him. You take great delight in trying to prove you are above the rest of my servants. The reality is far from that fantasy you hold.” Nicol Bolas scolded. ”You know Ravnica, Tezzeret, which has put yourself in a position where you could take advantage. Sarkhan is infiltrating the Rakdos for me, I have a new agent scurrying around the Izzet League and I keep an eye on the others. There is to be a race through a Maze, organised by the Izzet and there is apparently a grand prize at the end that will shift the balance of power on this plane. I am here to observe personally.”
As he spoke, his spell met completion, from the billowing smoke of black mana, came striding out a dark specter. It carried a long staff, a blue, cold glow came from it’s empty hood and it made no sound at all. It looked at Tezzeret before it headed for a window, leaping out to it’s apparent peril, but instead it rising back into view on the back of a black, grinning drake.
“I want you to track down someone for me, my servant. I find myself curious about this worlds underworld. You will find the champion of Dimir, speak to him, aid him if you have too. And report your findings to me. I’m sure you will appreciate the company that I am sending you to follow, a far more pleasant experience than dealing with the Phyrexians.”
Tezzeret smiled. He liked the idea of a challenge, though a vampire may be pushing it. Still, human interaction was better than that of a selection of undead, shambling husks of the former selves of living things. Though some on this world may be rash, Tezzeret would deal with it. He bowed graciously. “I am merely practicing for any assignment you may give me, Lord Bolas, by crushing the windpipes of your infinite ranks of minor implings. Who knows when a mission may require me to destroy a small being’s esophagus with a clench of the fist?”
“Anyway, I believe I will track down this champion. I will report all progress to you, master. Do you happen to know anything more of this vampire?”
It was dark within Nicol Bolas’ lair, and the smell of incense burners placed around the room made the air heavy and oppressive as the build up of the Darksteel Ingot in the center of the room pulsed with purple rings of smoke. His eyes else wandered around the room as one of his many imps addressed him. ”Master Bolas, your message summoning Tezzeret has been delivered as you instructed.”
A blinding light flashes from outside the doorway, and Tezzeret walks in, brushing himself off and rubbing the blood of something on his shirt. “Yes, master? You summoned me?”
Nicol Bolas tilted his head, glaring at Tezzeret with a baleful stare as he sniffed the air. Even with the heavy incense, he could smell the blood on Tezzeret’s clothing. ”Tell me, Master Tidehollow, Do you kill my assets out of fun, or frustration?” The Elder dragon turned his attention back on the Ingot in the center of his room, weaving a delicate, silent spell with the mana pulsing from it.
He sniffs the air, and grins. “Mostly fun, master. You have the nose of a hound. Why have you brought me here? What mission has been chosen?” He walks around the lair, looking at walls. “May I compliment you on your home decorating skills, master?”
“”Yes, beautiful! I especially love what you’ve done with that empty wall over there!”“
“Oh yes, Doc! That one’s great!” He waves to an imp with the blood-soaked arm of one of the imps friends. He smiles sheepishly as the imp goes frigid. “Anyway, master. Why did you need me?”
((Wanna get in on the orzhov))
((Also you’re gonna become just as popular with the Syndic of Tithes as you are with Raev while the rest of us just sit in the “noone makes drawings of us” corner.))
Praise the Church!
((Kinda dont want to now… You guys deserve attention too…))
((No no that’s not what I meant))
