MorganFortuna

Having left Midori just outside of the temple, Shadow Moonbeam took a deep breath. She was far more nervous than she could have possibly let on in front of any observers, and despite her carefree attitude Shadow felt she had to keep some sort of public image. One hand rubbed nervously at the back of her neck as she moved deeper into the ancient temple; each step taking her just that much further from the bright Sograt Desert sun, and deeper into the darkness ahead. There was enough illumination from outside to dimly light the entrance chamber. Brown stone pillars lined the walls, and there were hieroglyphics carved into every available surfa

"Janus! Schala! Where have you two run off to?" Lord Rithaz peered around a corner in Glastheim Palace, trying to find either (or preferably both) of his young twins that were certainly up to some sort of mischief.  Not finding the toddlers in the reliquary, he let out a sigh and headed back towards the quarters that he shared with Princess Denny. "Did you find them?" asked Denny as he returned to their home. "Of course not," sighed Rithaz, plucking an Emperium shard from the table to speak into it. Making sure the frequency was properly set, he spoke into the stone; "Has anyone seen a pair of escaped children?" "Pah. Learn to watch your

The Empress of Geffenia sat in quiet thought on a precipice which jutted out high above the massive pool of water at the roots of the great Yggdrasil Tree.  Her adoptive father, Emperor Berzebub, had often lingered at this very spot at his times of reflection.  Now, as Xil's eyes gazed at that massive tree, she wondered what her father thought as his worn body regenerated within it. The ancient Succubus let out a sigh, slowly floating from that cliff to hover a few feet from the smooth bark of the Yggdrasil. "You miss him very much, I see," came a soothing voice from behind her. The voice sounded like a trickle of water running along the sid

Morgan's unconscious form lay in a private room of Juperos' infirmary, surrounded by a strange collection of beings. James Moore, the disgruntled holy avenger, who was known to Fortunians as Loki Caprion. Random Integer, the "reality hacker". Professor Skye Moonbeam, the ridiculously wealthy scientist. And, the newest among their ranks was Asura; the first Fortuna-born Planeswalker. "I don't think this will work," sighed Skye, adjusting her glasses. "We have to do -something-," replied Asura, laying a palm on Morgan's forehead. "You just got this gift... are you sure you want to surrender it?" asked Loki, rubbing his arm uncomfortably. "