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"In these stories? Hmmm, there was an amusing parable on this one, " he tapped one of the scrolls he'd given to Theren, "about cows and magical beans. But I'll let you read it for yourself."

A story of stories

The library at the ancestral academy of Minamo wasn’t exactly open to the public, but rarely refused to let in people that wished to consult its scrolls in good faith - and subject themselves to the library’s securities. Vaalin had heard from another planeswalker that the academy wasn’t only a place of Kamigawan knowledge, but that through exchanges with planeswalkers also unknowingly contained lore from other worlds, under the cover of fictional stories.

Such a concentration of research and otherworldly knowledge was rare throughout the Multiverse, and even if it had taken him longer than it might have seemed to find some of the texts he was the most interested in, he’d managed to do so, and was now sitting at one of the numerous dimly-lit desks, a scroll unrolled in front of him.

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"Then you should find what you want in those. Their stories are a little too improbable to be real. I'm Vaalin. I'll let you see for yourself. Certainly good material to recount and entertain."

A story of stories

The library at the ancestral academy of Minamo wasn’t exactly open to the public, but rarely refused to let in people that wished to consult its scrolls in good faith - and subject themselves to the library’s securities. Vaalin had heard from another planeswalker that the academy wasn’t only a place of Kamigawan knowledge, but that through exchanges with planeswalkers also unknowingly contained lore from other worlds, under the cover of fictional stories.

Such a concentration of research and otherworldly knowledge was rare throughout the Multiverse, and even if it had taken him longer than it might have seemed to find some of the texts he was the most interested in, he’d managed to do so, and was now sitting at one of the numerous dimly-lit desks, a scroll unrolled in front of him.

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Vaalin gave the newcomer a glance, and made a sign to talk quieter, before diving in the pile on his left and picking out six scrolls among the rest. "I am reasonably certain those are fictional," he whispered in response.

A story of stories

The library at the ancestral academy of Minamo wasn’t exactly open to the public, but rarely refused to let in people that wished to consult its scrolls in good faith - and subject themselves to the library’s securities. Vaalin had heard from another planeswalker that the academy wasn’t only a place of Kamigawan knowledge, but that through exchanges with planeswalkers also unknowingly contained lore from other worlds, under the cover of fictional stories.

Such a concentration of research and otherworldly knowledge was rare throughout the Multiverse, and even if it had taken him longer than it might have seemed to find some of the texts he was the most interested in, he’d managed to do so, and was now sitting at one of the numerous dimly-lit desks, a scroll unrolled in front of him.

@thetalesofthereneverwood

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The scrollkeeper at the entrance of the library had a stern face, but after looking Theren over to ensure no fire got on the grounds, let him in.

Inside, Vaalin was buried between two piles of scrolls, only briefly unrolling each from the one on his left before committing it to the other pile.

A story of stories

The library at the ancestral academy of Minamo wasn’t exactly open to the public, but rarely refused to let in people that wished to consult its scrolls in good faith - and subject themselves to the library’s securities. Vaalin had heard from another planeswalker that the academy wasn’t only a place of Kamigawan knowledge, but that through exchanges with planeswalkers also unknowingly contained lore from other worlds, under the cover of fictional stories.

Such a concentration of research and otherworldly knowledge was rare throughout the Multiverse, and even if it had taken him longer than it might have seemed to find some of the texts he was the most interested in, he’d managed to do so, and was now sitting at one of the numerous dimly-lit desks, a scroll unrolled in front of him.

@thetalesofthereneverwood

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A story of stories

The library at the ancestral academy of Minamo wasn’t exactly open to the public, but rarely refused to let in people that wished to consult its scrolls in good faith - and subject themselves to the library’s securities. Vaalin had heard from another planeswalker that the academy wasn’t only a place of Kamigawan knowledge, but that through exchanges with planeswalkers also unknowingly contained lore from other worlds, under the cover of fictional stories.

Such a concentration of research and otherworldly knowledge was rare throughout the Multiverse, and even if it had taken him longer than it might have seemed to find some of the texts he was the most interested in, he’d managed to do so, and was now sitting at one of the numerous dimly-lit desks, a scroll unrolled in front of him.

@thetalesofthereneverwood

#Vaalin #rp start #Kamigawa

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"It can be... But it's apparently not me that's grabbing your attention."

Journal Entry: Cylea on Kaladesh, Part 1

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journal-of-the-dreamwalker

Cylea turns pensive.  “Huh….  Spontaneous abiogenesis.”  She looks up at Baheel.  “Fascinatin’.” she says with genuine curiosity.

“Abio-what? I’m not fascinating, I am me. And your meal will be ready soon.”

Journal Entry: Cylea on Kaladesh, Part 1

Shortly after my visit to Kaladesh, I alerted Cylea to the plane.  Only recently, though, did she find the time to visit.  Her first impressions surpassed the expectations I had set for her.

She marveled at the glistening structures and intricate filigree so much that she didn’t notice the people around her giving her weird looks.  As a Cheumon (mongoose-folk native to Yirridia), Cylea was as alien a sight on Kaladesh as a leonin.  Once she started getting hungry, however, her attention snapped to finding a place to eat.

After a few more streets of searching and finally getting directions from the bewildered Kaladeshi she tried to ask, Cylea found a small little restaurant run by what the locals called an “aetherborn”.  Cylea found the term a tad bizarre given what she know about magical constructs, but chalked it up to planar slang as she entered the building.

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"How what happens? It's the Aether cycle. That's how it works." Opening back up the device she had took the juice from, she picked something and, with a spoon, took a white paste out of it and added it to her cooking.

Journal Entry: Cylea on Kaladesh, Part 1

Shortly after my visit to Kaladesh, I alerted Cylea to the plane.  Only recently, though, did she find the time to visit.  Her first impressions surpassed the expectations I had set for her.

She marveled at the glistening structures and intricate filigree so much that she didn’t notice the people around her giving her weird looks.  As a Cheumon (mongoose-folk native to Yirridia), Cylea was as alien a sight on Kaladesh as a leonin.  Once she started getting hungry, however, her attention snapped to finding a place to eat.

After a few more streets of searching and finally getting directions from the bewildered Kaladeshi she tried to ask, Cylea found a small little restaurant run by what the locals called an “aetherborn”.  Cylea found the term a tad bizarre given what she know about magical constructs, but chalked it up to planar slang as she entered the building.

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"Nobody 'Put me together'! They refined aether and I became me!"

Journal Entry: Cylea on Kaladesh, Part 1

Shortly after my visit to Kaladesh, I alerted Cylea to the plane.  Only recently, though, did she find the time to visit.  Her first impressions surpassed the expectations I had set for her.

She marveled at the glistening structures and intricate filigree so much that she didn’t notice the people around her giving her weird looks.  As a Cheumon (mongoose-folk native to Yirridia), Cylea was as alien a sight on Kaladesh as a leonin.  Once she started getting hungry, however, her attention snapped to finding a place to eat.

After a few more streets of searching and finally getting directions from the bewildered Kaladeshi she tried to ask, Cylea found a small little restaurant run by what the locals called an “aetherborn”.  Cylea found the term a tad bizarre given what she know about magical constructs, but chalked it up to planar slang as she entered the building.

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“Nobody made me! And I’m not dwindling, I’m living. Aren’t you?”

Journal Entry: Cylea on Kaladesh, Part 1

Shortly after my visit to Kaladesh, I alerted Cylea to the plane.  Only recently, though, did she find the time to visit.  Her first impressions surpassed the expectations I had set for her.

She marveled at the glistening structures and intricate filigree so much that she didn’t notice the people around her giving her weird looks.  As a Cheumon (mongoose-folk native to Yirridia), Cylea was as alien a sight on Kaladesh as a leonin.  Once she started getting hungry, however, her attention snapped to finding a place to eat.

After a few more streets of searching and finally getting directions from the bewildered Kaladeshi she tried to ask, Cylea found a small little restaurant run by what the locals called an “aetherborn”.  Cylea found the term a tad bizarre given what she know about magical constructs, but chalked it up to planar slang as she entered the building.

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She interrupted her cooking to look at her guest, not knowing if she should be insulted by the comment or not. "What?"

Journal Entry: Cylea on Kaladesh, Part 1

Shortly after my visit to Kaladesh, I alerted Cylea to the plane.  Only recently, though, did she find the time to visit.  Her first impressions surpassed the expectations I had set for her.

She marveled at the glistening structures and intricate filigree so much that she didn’t notice the people around her giving her weird looks.  As a Cheumon (mongoose-folk native to Yirridia), Cylea was as alien a sight on Kaladesh as a leonin.  Once she started getting hungry, however, her attention snapped to finding a place to eat.

After a few more streets of searching and finally getting directions from the bewildered Kaladeshi she tried to ask, Cylea found a small little restaurant run by what the locals called an “aetherborn”.  Cylea found the term a tad bizarre given what she know about magical constructs, but chalked it up to planar slang as she entered the building.

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"Exotic? Not really..." She went to a device, and took a small jug from it, coming back with it and a glass, that she put down on the table before her client. "It's just mango juice." The jug was way colder than anything around it, apparently, the juice had been kept cold by the device it was in.

She then went back to her kitchen once again to check on her cooking.

Journal Entry: Cylea on Kaladesh, Part 1

Shortly after my visit to Kaladesh, I alerted Cylea to the plane.  Only recently, though, did she find the time to visit.  Her first impressions surpassed the expectations I had set for her.

She marveled at the glistening structures and intricate filigree so much that she didn’t notice the people around her giving her weird looks.  As a Cheumon (mongoose-folk native to Yirridia), Cylea was as alien a sight on Kaladesh as a leonin.  Once she started getting hungry, however, her attention snapped to finding a place to eat.

After a few more streets of searching and finally getting directions from the bewildered Kaladeshi she tried to ask, Cylea found a small little restaurant run by what the locals called an “aetherborn”.  Cylea found the term a tad bizarre given what she know about magical constructs, but chalked it up to planar slang as she entered the building.

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"It does that to people who drink yes... But I've seen lot of people do it and be happy with it! Can't be all that bad! Otherwise... I have some mango juice..."

Journal Entry: Cylea on Kaladesh, Part 1

Shortly after my visit to Kaladesh, I alerted Cylea to the plane.  Only recently, though, did she find the time to visit.  Her first impressions surpassed the expectations I had set for her.

She marveled at the glistening structures and intricate filigree so much that she didn’t notice the people around her giving her weird looks.  As a Cheumon (mongoose-folk native to Yirridia), Cylea was as alien a sight on Kaladesh as a leonin.  Once she started getting hungry, however, her attention snapped to finding a place to eat.

After a few more streets of searching and finally getting directions from the bewildered Kaladeshi she tried to ask, Cylea found a small little restaurant run by what the locals called an “aetherborn”.  Cylea found the term a tad bizarre given what she know about magical constructs, but chalked it up to planar slang as she entered the building.

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"Uh? It's just water... But maybe I could serve you a white wine with your peafowl?"

Journal Entry: Cylea on Kaladesh, Part 1

Shortly after my visit to Kaladesh, I alerted Cylea to the plane.  Only recently, though, did she find the time to visit.  Her first impressions surpassed the expectations I had set for her.

She marveled at the glistening structures and intricate filigree so much that she didn’t notice the people around her giving her weird looks.  As a Cheumon (mongoose-folk native to Yirridia), Cylea was as alien a sight on Kaladesh as a leonin.  Once she started getting hungry, however, her attention snapped to finding a place to eat.

After a few more streets of searching and finally getting directions from the bewildered Kaladeshi she tried to ask, Cylea found a small little restaurant run by what the locals called an “aetherborn”.  Cylea found the term a tad bizarre given what she know about magical constructs, but chalked it up to planar slang as she entered the building.

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A flutter a blue light passed through the aetherborn's face, before a word reminded her of something. "Right! Water! Drinking! What do you want to drink? Doesn't have to be water!" She turned to leave her kitchen and come serve her client properly. Then hesitated, turned back to add some more spices to the cooking meal, then left. "Sorry! I generally don't forget things like that but you surprised me."

Journal Entry: Cylea on Kaladesh, Part 1

Shortly after my visit to Kaladesh, I alerted Cylea to the plane.  Only recently, though, did she find the time to visit.  Her first impressions surpassed the expectations I had set for her.

She marveled at the glistening structures and intricate filigree so much that she didn’t notice the people around her giving her weird looks.  As a Cheumon (mongoose-folk native to Yirridia), Cylea was as alien a sight on Kaladesh as a leonin.  Once she started getting hungry, however, her attention snapped to finding a place to eat.

After a few more streets of searching and finally getting directions from the bewildered Kaladeshi she tried to ask, Cylea found a small little restaurant run by what the locals called an “aetherborn”.  Cylea found the term a tad bizarre given what she know about magical constructs, but chalked it up to planar slang as she entered the building.

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"I've seen sand!" She pointed to a small hourglass in her kitchen. "But I never saw it, like, all over. How do you call it... A beach?"

Journal Entry: Cylea on Kaladesh, Part 1

Shortly after my visit to Kaladesh, I alerted Cylea to the plane.  Only recently, though, did she find the time to visit.  Her first impressions surpassed the expectations I had set for her.

She marveled at the glistening structures and intricate filigree so much that she didn’t notice the people around her giving her weird looks.  As a Cheumon (mongoose-folk native to Yirridia), Cylea was as alien a sight on Kaladesh as a leonin.  Once she started getting hungry, however, her attention snapped to finding a place to eat.

After a few more streets of searching and finally getting directions from the bewildered Kaladeshi she tried to ask, Cylea found a small little restaurant run by what the locals called an “aetherborn”.  Cylea found the term a tad bizarre given what she know about magical constructs, but chalked it up to planar slang as she entered the building.

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"Where did the sand come from? What does it look like?"

Journal Entry: Cylea on Kaladesh, Part 1

Shortly after my visit to Kaladesh, I alerted Cylea to the plane.  Only recently, though, did she find the time to visit.  Her first impressions surpassed the expectations I had set for her.

She marveled at the glistening structures and intricate filigree so much that she didn’t notice the people around her giving her weird looks.  As a Cheumon (mongoose-folk native to Yirridia), Cylea was as alien a sight on Kaladesh as a leonin.  Once she started getting hungry, however, her attention snapped to finding a place to eat.

After a few more streets of searching and finally getting directions from the bewildered Kaladeshi she tried to ask, Cylea found a small little restaurant run by what the locals called an “aetherborn”.  Cylea found the term a tad bizarre given what she know about magical constructs, but chalked it up to planar slang as she entered the building.