#Ayara Furnace Queen

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Ayara cherished her new machine servitors just as much as she once did her many suitors: not at all.

-Ayara, Furnace Queen

[points-of-light-555]

Urabrask and Ayara both have big Cat Person energy, but I'm wondering if Urabrask even knows what a cat is. Like, does Ayara ask him, "Honey, can we get a cat?" and then Urabrask just nods. He goes off and forges some sort of creature that is completely adorable/terrifying, but bears 0 resemblance to a cat.

[yellingaboutmasseffect]

Preview of my current WIP, “Beauty and the Furnace Beast”

“In all my years, I have never seen the sky this way,” Ayara said, looking at the odd voids in the sky. 

She holds her veil in place as a strong gust of wind blew past her, disturbing the birds from the woods nearby. The flock took to the sky but in a formation resembling a circle with a line going through the center.

It was unnerving but Ayara could not help the shiver of anticipation at the unknown when the world had long felt like it had already divulged all its mysteries.

“There is no need to fear. Soon I shall return with the Cauldron of Eternity and we can vanquish whatever has upset the natural order,” Ayara’s newest spouse said, before kissing her hand.

Ayara had wedded and buried many of her spouses when they had failed to return from their quest. There were some she had even believed could be the one to finally succeed where others had failed.

Her newest husband did not inspire such confidence. He had managed through the trials and challenges she had set through brute force but that did not inspire hope he could retrieve a treasure as elusive as the Cauldron of Eternity.

Even so, there were traditions needed to be seen to.

With the customary fanfare, her husband said his goodbyes before climbing on to the back of one of her horses. 

“Do not worry, my queen, I shall return shortly,” he said confidently as he urged his horse forward.

Her husband only traveled a few meters down the road when the ground shook beneath her feet.

The voids in the sky ruptured as serrated roots dug into the earth. Ayara watched the nearest void as all manner of creatures followed, climbing down the roots. A host of creatures resembling winged humans with exposed bone and muscle flew towards her keep and Ayara sneered at the gall of the interlopers. 

“Prepare for an attack and assign a few of your men to get my people to the safety of my keep,” Ayara ordered and the captain of her guard nodded before carrying out her orders.

It was not the first time someone had attempted to invade Locthwain, it would not be the last.

Most of the winged creatures had flown in various directions away from her keep but her husband had ridden out towards the few that circled the area.

“Villains, come down and face me!”

“Fool,” Ayara hissed under her breath even as she ran out towards him.

This was not how this tradition was meant to go. The Cauldron was in the woods. All her previous spouses at least made it that far!

Her husband lobbed his spear at one of the flying creatures who swatted it away effortlessly. The creature looked to their other winged companions who flew away in the direction of the woods.

“Cowards!” Her husband yelled,drawing his sword. “I have married Ayara, First of Locthwain and I shall protect my kin-”

Faster than Ayara would have thought possible, the winged creature screeched as it plucked her husband from his horse that ran back towards her keep. The creature flew up with her husband into the sky as he screamed. The creature took a moment to study her husband who was now begging for his life, promising her birthright to the creature if he was let go.

The creature was as unimpressed as she was at the display. The creature dropped her husband unceremoniously before looking t down at her behind a featureless bone-white mask.

Normally she had a year and a day to prepare the customary funeral.

Ayara grabbed the sword that her deceased husband had dropped as she snarled at the creature.

“You have trespassed upon my Kingdom and interrupted our traditions!” Ayara said, seeing that archers were at the ready at the walls of her keep. “Leave or perish!”

The creature said something metallic and she held up the sword in response. Just because she didn’t enjoy sword fighting, didn’t mean she hadn’t lived long enough to have mastered it.

Unlike her deceased husband, she would not miss.

The winged creature descended towards her with its arms extended towards her. Ayara swung decisively severing one of the creatures arms as she moved back to put more space between her and her attacker.

The creature hissed something in their metallic tongue when it stopped, looking towards the woods. 

With a roar, another beast bounded in from the trees, leaping effortlessly onto the winged creature and forced them to the ground. The beast was covered in glimmering black plates that glowed with molten metal where plates connected to each other. He was living metal given life and had the strength of a dragon as his talons smashed the porcelain mask from the winged creature’s face

Ayara wouldn’t lie to herself that watching the beast tear off the wings of the trespasser with his mouth made her feel something she had thought she could no longer feel.

It was brutal and efficient, the way the beast tore apart his foe, leaving nothing but useless pieces. As the beast finished, he looked to her as he dropped what remained of the creature.

The beast studied her with an intelligence that she had lived long enough to recognize despite his form. Lowering her sword, she raised her chin as she addressed him.

“I’m Ayara, First of Locthwain. The other creature interrupted the festivities of my wedding so I thank you for your assistance.”

The beast tilted his head at that, sitting back on his back legs as he thumped his draconic tail.

“Urabrask, Praetor of the Quiet Furnace. I suppose you wish to know what is happening to your world.”

“Very much so,” Ayara said, signaling her archers to stand down.

So Urabrask explained that Eldraine and other “planes” were under attack by his people, Phyrexians. While Urabrask believed that the process to become Phyrexian should be freely chosen, the other Praetors held no such beliefs and sought to force everyone into their image and force those they changed into a “Flesh Singularity

“Others like this one will come,” Urabrask said, looking towards the shreds of the Phyrexian he had torn apart. “If you allow me to compleat you, you will be yourself but more.”

Ayara did her best to keep her expression neutral despite her curiosity in the offer. After living so long, she had felt that nothing else could surprise her but Urabrask had come into her life and told her that there were other worlds and beings beyond her comprehension.

Ayara couldn’t remember the last time she had been surprised before today.

Even so, she was a queen and needed to act as such. She did not know Urabrask well enough to trust him blindly.

“Words are simple and promises can be made without sincerity. I will need to see your actions to determine if I trust such an offer but I imagine you have other places to be during this invasion.”

Urabrask tapped his claw against the ground and she realized that he was carefully picking his words. Ayara had met countless people of “nobler” lineages who were far more careless with what they said and she found herself charmed by this Urabrask.

“We don’t have to part ways. My people do not have a stronghold on this world yet and we could set up nearby. If you ally with me, it could be beneficial to both our people. As other factions spread, so will the oil. It will poison the food and water your people need to survive. My faction already has experience in keeping such resources available untainted for the fleshling resistance.”

“My, such a generous offer. What would you expect in exchange?”

“In exchange?” Urabrask said, conveying his shock despite his featureless face.

“Agreements between rulers are meant to be beneficial to both sides. What does Urabrask, Praetor of the Quiet Furnace desire?”

“I wish to compleat you,” he said, quicker than she expected. “I want to show you the beauty of creation through fire and darksteel as you are remade. I want you to consider my offer.”

Ayara’s lips parted before she smiled.

“Then you must prove yourself as any of my suitors would but I will give you a different challenge. My last husband demonstrated that my current challenges are lacking in showing the breath of one’s full character. I accept the terms of our agreement but I will only accept your offer if you are able to woo me before the roses bloom in my garden. Do that and I shall become your queen.”

“I did not mean it in that sense-”

“Does marrying me upset you?”

“No… it is just not a concept Phyrexians born of the core practice.”

“Do we need to renegotiate our terms?”

“No, we have an agreement.”

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Ayara. Furnace Queen by Anna Podedworna

[madcat-world]

Ayara (2 of 2) - Anna Podedworna

[almostlookedhuman]

[bace-jeleren]

It's been just over a year since March of the Machine, and I'm still very upset they gave Ayara the title "Furnace Queen" and she didn't have anything to do with Urabrask. This isn't me just being mad they didn't bone- this is Eldraine, the plane inspired from European fairytales, the twisted-ass beauty and the beast analogy was right there. Softest pitch in the world, guaranteed homerun. Totally whiffed it. Instead we got Rankle being a silly little guy.

You called her fucking "Furnace Queen" get the fuck out of here.

[akreon]

Ayara, Furnace Queen

[emerald-observance]

March of the Machine: Eldraine and Innistrad.

I'm a big big big fan of the Innistrad story. Like, super big. Gissa and Geralf are always fun perspectives and this time was no different. I also liked the art shown. Specifically this one:

Because A) Phyrexian Cathars are cool, and B) because it's a Phyrexian of the Machine orthodoxy that has style. The belts, cape, and prayer tags are great additions.

As for Eldraine, it was fine. I'm not a fan of Rankle, (and he has terrible taste, I mean, he falls for her then he sees this:

and changes his mind? Pathetic.) But I do think that the love-potion rain into a giant chasm was a good idea. Still a horrendous lack of Urabrask, especially with Ayara's new Furnace Queen epithet.

[jacebeleren]

i hope wotc understands that just by revealing the card name Ayara, Furnace Queen they've set the expectation that she and Urabrask are going to be a loving married couple and there's already fanfiction of them and if the lore is literally anything else we will be so disappointed

[littjara-mirrorlake]

Now I want a cute Urabrask/Ayara wedding where they kiss and Ayara undergoes a magical girl transformation into the Furnace Queen

[chefwhatnot]

I need you to know that The Cauldron and the Furnace Queen fucking rejuvenated me. Ayara and Urabrask played off each other so well from beginning to end, and the reveal with Ash was so sweet and all of it.... just, I could scream about it for days! There's so many things I want to say about this fic, but I also don't want to say anything publicly about it at all, except for that it needs to be read!!! If this is the last bit of the Goose Mother and Other Tales series, you've sent it off with a bang and have left me a sobbing, grinning mess!!! Bravo!!!!!

So what it sounds like you’re saying…. Is that i did a good job? Damn, that’s crazy. Glad you liked it! I liked being able to write Ash again after Assault on Delverhaugh, even if she’s not necessarily the focus, and am super happy to hear the main character dynamic works well. Thanks for reading!

[yellingaboutmasseffect]

Another low effort shit post for the night as I continue to ignore that Furnace Queen is probably meant to just be a sick title rather than imply Ayara and Urabrask got married

In the end, I want good things for Urabrask and who doesn’t.

[danco110]

“It’s over…my Queen.”

Ayara tutted in mild disapproval at her Phyrexianized knights, surrounding her on the balcony. “What ever is the reason for the attempted coup, this time?”

“I believe you already know, Your Grace.”

The compleated knight who had spoken before pointed up with a claw, to the branches of Realmbreaker that grew through the air. He then returned his attention to his liege, offering her a goblet brimming with dark, viscous oil.

“I fear you must take certain…precautions, if you wish to keep your throne- Eep!”

The new Phyrexian uttered a surprisingly shrill noise of panic, taking a clanking step back as Ayara snarled in response to his explanation. However, the queen quickly recomposed herself, now realizing the gravity of the situation.

“Ahem, forgive me. I am…unused to taking orders.”

“And I must give a thousand apologies for-”

Ayara silenced the knight with a raise of her hand. With the other, she reached out and took the cup from him, raising it above her head.

“Worry not. All is forgiven...but you can certainly forget about having your opportunity to be a suitor!”

“…Oh…”

The Phyrexian knight hung his head as Ayara lowered the cup to her lips.

—

“…I don’t believe you.”

Ayara shook her steel-plated head at the furnace worker. The goblin stood his ground, nodding vigorously in approval back at the regent of metal and fire.

“Believe it…er, milady! You may call yourself cruel, but you’re a world apart from Sheoldred! I mean, only one ritual sacrifice? A year? That’s easy living!”

“Hmm.” Ayara tightly gripped the railing beside her. “Perhaps I should have a word with this ‘Sheoldred.’”

“Ha! Good luck finding her when she doesn’t want to be found! And besides, I thought you didn’t care at all about us plebs!”

Ayara’s grip tightened enough to crack the railing. “I don’t,” she growled.

“Sure, sure…Must be boss Urabrask’s red mana, rubbing off on ya!”

Ayara scoffed. “Please. Me? Considerate? Perish the…the thought.”

[You can sacrifice the reanimation targets before they get exiled, leaving them available for another go!]

[overgrown-estate]

Ayara, Widow of the Realm by Anna Podedworna

Ayara, Furnace Queen by Anna Podedworna

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Yes, it looks like Ayara of Eldraine will be compleated in "March of the Machine".