Dominaria Magic Story

For a long time Slimefoot knew nothing except the Weatherlight‚s warm hull and the hot sun of Bogardan. As it grew out of its sporehood into its stalk phase, it was conscious of sound, the voices of other living things. These voices were sometimes loud and sometimes soft, and gradually it learned to differentiate them into … Czytaj dalej

Chandra paced back and forth on the loose dirt near Karn’s crater, waving her hands. „Are you kidding me? You’ve been lying all this time? Why?” They were surrounded by piles of smoldering trees and pieces of wrecked automatons, the air heavy with smoke. Furious, she faced Luti. Or Jaya. Or whoever this was. „Why … Czytaj dalej

Chandra walked across the planes to Regatha. She stepped through a storm of fire into existence again on the rocky ground below the broad stone steps of Keral Keep. The sun was setting over the mountains, the smoke from the nearest volcano turning the sky a brilliant red streaked with orange. The heat of the … Czytaj dalej

Teferi walked out to the beach before dawn, to where he could see Zhalfir reflected in the sunrise. He wasn’t the only one. If you stood in the right place on the shoreline, if the weather was just the right balance between overcast and bright sunlight, the ghost of Zhalfir’s coastline was visible. The translucent … Czytaj dalej

Slogging through the Tivan desert toward the monument plateau, Teferi said, „Mark my words, this time I’ll have the answer.” It was morning and the sun was already high and hot, stirring the dust. Behind them in the distance were the palm trees of the oasis where they had camped last night. Not far ahead … Czytaj dalej

„Thank you for meeting me here,” Ajani said. Jhoira inclined her head. „I assume you want me to help the Planeswalkers you told me about.” They stood on the newly constructed bridge of the Weatherlight. It was raised and suspended across the stern of the ship, with big windows that stretched from one wall to the … Czytaj dalej

Tiana’s first conscious thought came as she stood in the Cathedral of Serra, bathed in sunlight splintered into a thousand shapes and colors by the stained glass arching overhead. She was surrounded by other angels in gleaming armor, and by human and aven clerics, their white robes emblazoned with gray feathers to mimic the angels’ … Czytaj dalej

It had taken all day and all night, but sure enough, as Ziva promised, the morning after the merfolk had begun, Jhoira stood on the shore looking at what was left of the great skyship Weatherlight. They were on the coast of Bogardan in a cove with a wide stretch of beach, protected by rocky outcrops … Czytaj dalej

Liliana strode through the Morass under the hazy dawn light, the muddy grass dragging at her clothes. Ahead, a scatter of ravens took flight, bursting out of the shadows cloaking a dead tree. Furious, she shouted, „I know you’re here! Face me, damn you!” She had been searching the marsh since dawn. It was full … Czytaj dalej