#Dastarque

[firun-roir]

The shopkeep wheels around on you, drawing a crossbow in your face. "An' hows do I know you're not here with her, to steal my bottles, you filthy rodent?!"

“Dids you not sees her aim to swipes my own coins?” Firun smirks. “In alls of the places I’ve been, alls the poisons I’ve tested, ands all the -” Firun turns his head, as if he wasn’t being aimed at, and coughs [a motion to cast a delayed Smallpox on the shopkeep via this cough] “- Excuse mes, just gots back from a nasty poxy - terribles - anyways, in alls the things I’ve collected, folks’ve givens me samples to show mes what they’s gots. I’ll goes by myselfs, and gets her. Buts I wants a samples or two for my troubles, see? Surely there’s mores where whatcha gots came from.

But, if’n yous don’t wants to gives me anything till after this whole ordeals blows overs -” Firun coughs in the shopkeep’s face, seemingly unable to control his direction this time [motion to target and resolve that Smallpox here] “…Whoo, excuses me - I thinks we can work somethings outs.”

[kalkris]

MtG RPG Character Introduction: Firun Roir

Your character’s name: Firun Roir Their home plane: Dastarque What color(s): B/G An alignment: Complacent Independent on black-centric alignment chart (Chaotic Good on white-centric alignment - see this link) Signature spell: Smallpox

On Dastarque, a world which was without morality until very recently, Firun Roir was a mercenary, as many people tend to be on Dastarque. The Bubus's (or, ratfolk's) predisposition for disease magic made him a wonder ranged assassin of sorts.

One day, however, the Great Redemption occurred, and Firun, who was previously remorseless for the hits he had enacted, began to feel the guilt of each and every one. Wracked, and half-insane, he tried to drown himself in the Peats. Of course, as irony goes, he awoke - a half-drowned rat on a barge.

On Theros, he managed to come to terms with his trade, and even work a few hits in, before making the attempt to return to Dastarque. Once again home, he is free to do what he does best: spread filth and decay.

[firun-roir]

You pull your distraction away somewhat in time to see the tiny Bubus lurking under a nearby tablecloth trying to snatch away at your coin-purse, making a rather poor attempt at that. She freezes for a moment, looking you dead in the eye, before uprooting the table from the floor and scrambling into the warrens of the market stalls. The shopkeeper shouts after her angrily.

Firun feigns outrage, and explains to the shopkeep, “I will gets that little runtling fors you. Be quick. Give me something I wants in exchange. Three phials of your strongest poisons. One’s for hers. The rests I wants for me… Quick now! If'ns you wants I’ll brings her back alive? Watchy watchy?” Firun grins.

[firun-roir]

You take a cursory glance, but you're took focussed on the glint of gold and silver from his stall, all pressed on a velvet cloth-top. You're offered the opportunity to look around, as he panders a tray of garnets and spinels in your direction, but you're more attracted to the phials in the back, that are clearly noxious and magical in nature. Roll perception again.

(13+0=13 - here’s hoping things work out here! lol)

[firun-roir]

Hows the Pharikan pendants maybe looks like. Those Theroans certainly knows how to makes a decent charms...

[firun-roir]

Dastarque History (taken from my set descriptions for the block)

Dastarque history has been one of crime, as one would expect. in the chaos a leader emerged: Prescott d'Orgainu. A planeswalker who could claim anything from anywhere he pleased, his exploits were legendary among the rogues living on the plane. One day, Prescott proposed a challenge to the residents of Dastarque: Find the fabled relic known as "Cymbis, the Chalice of Rhyme and Reason" and bring it to him in ruins, and whosoever does this shall rule over Dastarque for the rest of his days. Soon, the countryside and wilderness were swarming with lowlifes and villainy, trying to find an artifact that books could never accurately describe.

NIGHTHUNT UPDATE: The Chalice of Rhyme and Reason continues to be elusive but Alturg, the Chalice of Discord and Chaos has been revealed and destroyed by mistake. as the masses of the plane slowly descend into madness. "Why did I do that?" is a phrase that has wormed its way into common Dastarque vernacular, with many people feeling remorse over evil things they’ve done... Leading them into madness. With amorality being the only way of life, how will they live if they see the light, once and for all?

EQUINOX CONCLUSION: Cymbis has found its fate rested on the shoulders of Hiace Dessitor. Prescott urges the young planeswalker to destroy it, but Hiace decides to abscond with it, which in turn summons the World-Soul of Dastarque, Dastarque themself - a foul, titanic demon, as is fitting for such a plane. The world hangs in the balance, all because of a false king promising a false kingdom to someone, something, who could destroy all notion of... well, everything - in the plane. Will the denizens of Dastarque survive their world falling apart at the seams?

sapient races in this block consist of Humans (wubrg), Dwarves (wb), Vedalken (ub), Ratfolk (collectively known as Skaven - b), Orcs (br), and Suidens (a race of sentient pig-people - creature type Boar - bg). There are also a few Giants (wbr), which become prevalent in the block later on.

Naming conventions are mostly standard high-fantasy convention with a little bit of faux (VERY faux, to the point of seeming unrecognizably so) French mixed in.

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The point in which Firun Roir exists is slightly after the events described here. His history involved the Great Redemption, and thus part of his origin story is during Nighthunt as well. Figured I should get this out of the way before Firun returns and commandeers my laptop again,

~Kalkris