[NoR] - Epilogue

Sweet cinnamon wafts in through the open window, a blessing from the local Basilica censers. Humming an absentminded melody, Myra takes a large whiff, the brief images of the Inquisitor bringing a rosy glow to her face. She pulls her hair back and winds it into a loose bun, clipping an ornate headpiece over top. Deftly she prepares her pigments, accentuating the already sumptuous curves of her lips and eyes. She paints a shadow of frosty blue, fading into a crisp white at the edges. After a moment of losing herself within her reflection she replaces the minerals, taking up a small pot of gloss instead. A small brush is placed next to the pot. She picks it up and dips it gently within the gloss, painting the product smoothly over her succulent lips. She presses together to even the coverage, smirking once more at her reflection.

[NoR] - [30] - Hat Trick

Dust billowed through the empty halls, displaced by the arrival of one Razel Korr. The half-finished building was grimier than he had remembered, and the whistling of the breeze through unknown gaps only stressed the complete lack of audible life. No hustle, no bustle; only the melancholy wailing of the wind.

[NoR] - [29] – [IK|RK] – Lest you Become

Intense pressure threatens to consume you for what seems like an eternity. Sounds you couldn’t hope to replicate pound in your ears. You will not open your eyes, not wanting to see yourself again. You focus on the statue from your dreams, the only solid image you can recall in this situation. You feel another tugging within yourself, and the pressure abruptly stops. You recognize the feel of stone on your skin. You open your eyes at the newfound quiet.

[NoR] - [28] - Chasing Tails

Razel pulled the door open, prepared to turn back whoever was interrupting them.

He was not prepared to see himself standing in the doorway, looking just as confused. After a long moment, the double turned and ran, taking off into the tunnels. Razel sighed heavily, turning to speak his farewell.

“That is why. I may or may not return.”

[NoR] - [27] – [IK07] – Run, Coward

The door opens, revealing the face behind it. Oddly enough, it looks exactly like your face. It is dressed in something which looks outrageously appealing to you, yet completely foreign. The strange outfit is superficially similar to yours, but built differently. The two of you share blank expressions. You certainly weren’t expecting this.

[NoR] - [26] - Death Wish

The statue held its silent vigil over the Planeswalker’s retreat, a sole witness to Razel exiting his home and traversing the bridge over the void. He ascended the steps, kneeling before his patron in supplication.

“Great Myojin, I implore you. Your acolyte has, regrettably, found himself in a situation he cannot solve on his own. I request an audience at your earliest conven-“

[NoR] - [25] – [IK06] – Flailing Madly

The sewer smells exactly like the worst possible thing you can think of. Grime and sludge are pressed into every crack and corner, lichens devouring the stone roof. An overwhelming sense of recycled vitality makes the place perfect for Golgari ideals. You contemplate the gardener as you plod towards what you hope is his home, a path finally feeling your feet after what felt like days of travel. You barely recall your ‘visit’ and your renewed sense of purpose, while the name they had called you bounces around your mind, vainly seeking something to corroborate. It finds nothing but dead ends and broken connections.