Locations
Last time, I asked you all to vote for what plane concept you would like to set our community world on with high hopes that there would be one, clear-cut winner. As pointed out in the comments by chittering, offering twenty different planar choices in a single vote was probably too much, and I should have handled the vote slightly differently, so we are going to switch gears. I want to make sure that the plane idea we choose is one that the majority of the players and community members would like to work on, and so I took the Top 8 most-voted-for-plane ideas and divided them into two groups: A and B. Please vote below for one plane in Group A and for one plane in Group B. Later this week, I will put up a second vote, between the winner of group A and the winner of Group B. Whichever of those two planes wins that final vote will be the plane we develop as our community plane. The final two groups are:
Group A
A Dreamworld Contained in the Mind of a Sleeping Planeswalker
Before the mending rewrote what it meant to walk the blind eternities, one creative Planeswalker induced a deep slumber on himself (or herself or itself) and created an entire plane within the realm of his dreams. This Planeswalker specialized in a bardic form of magic that utilized music as its root of power. All seemed to be perfect in this dreamworld—until the sleeping Planeswalker’s spark was suddenly changed. No longer powerful enough to sustain the creative dream-plane, the sleeping Planeswalker is beginning to wake up, spelling disaster for the world thriving within his mind. The inhabitants of the plane, representing the sleeping Planeswalker’s neuroses, personality traits, and mental instabilities, are beginning to wage war with one another as the realm becomes more and more unstable. Planeswalkers used to visit here in order to marvel in the magic of the plane that is rooted in music; however, they now fear that if they cannot cause the plane to stabilize, they will have to flee or be forever trapped within the mind of the waking Planeswalker. Devastating nightmares have also begun to creep their way into the mind of the sleeping one, causing pockets of darkness to cover the dreamscape filled with deadly entities hungry for life. Lush forests thrive, containing all of the sleeping Planeswalker’s joys, while stagnant marshes are filled with memories of his hatred in this dreamlike realm of magic and music.
Danger on the High Seas, Adventure Awaits on this Water World
In centuries past, a great deluge brought the five seas to their current levels, creating a vast ocean world dotted with small tropical islands. While some still seek a way to uncover their sunken homes, most have submitted to island life. It may all sound like fun in the sun, but brutal tropical storms and bands of raiding pirates cause harsh living conditions for land-dwellers. A life sailing the seas is no picnic either. The waters of the world are filled with warring trading companies, pirate bands, and gigantic creatures of the unknown deeps that will swallow even the mightiest ship in one, giant gulp. There be treasure out there, me matey! Are ye up fir the challenge?
Deep under Ceilings of Stone, the Denizens of This Plane Thrive
Few can remember if life on the surface was once a possibility. Today, the surface is an inhospitable and chaotic storm of destructive energy and death, ready to strip the life out of any fool willing to venture there. Vast civilizations have taken root in the plane’s dark interior, carving out a way of life foreign to most not of this world. Within the underground seas, mushroom forests, and pools of molten rock can be found a vast quantity of diverse life. One must make sure not to forget that the wilds of the underground cave systems winding through the plane are just as dangerous as the surface above. Monsters lurk around each dark corridor, while stone teeth line the ceiling, threatening to fall and skewer the unwary to the stone beneath them. One civilization is determined to reach the center of the plane, believing that there is a great power residing there that will enable them to take back the surface realm and restore it to its former glory.
On This Techno-Savvy Plane, Mages Have Developed an Advanced Form of Magical Artifice
In ages past, a great calamity caused the civilized peoples of this plane to flee and travel to their distant moon and escape utter destruction. Using their advanced technologies, the people have begun to make a life for themselves on this new world filled with strange native creatures and dangerous natural phenomena. Gazing up from the surface of their moon-home, the civilizations can see their destroyed plane in full view. To their horror, massive beings seem to be slowly consuming the plane—no doubt the source of the calamity that destroyed their ancient home. The people tirelessly work to prepare themselves for the day when the creatures eventually turn their sights on the small moon . . .
Group B
Survivors Scrape by on a Post-Apocalyptic Plane
Few remember what caused the destruction of their home world. Some legends speak of vengeful, godlike beings who laid waste to the plane in an act of spite, while others claim that a great war between siblings wielding advanced mechanical technologies left nothing but disaster in its wake. There are even whispers among some smaller pockets of civilization that the destruction of the plane was a last-ditch effort to cleanse the world of an evil ichor. Whatever you believe, the truth of the matter is that life here isn’t easy. The once-steady mana lines within the world have been damaged, no longer consistently flowing as they did in ages past. Small pockets of survivors have established communities within the rubble of forgotten civilizations. Scavengers scour ruins for vital materials to sustain their clans. Mutated monsters ravaged by the fallout of the world stalk the dark corners of every fallen structure. Yet, life continues to thrive on this plane, constantly struggling to forge a new future.
Ancient Jungles Teeming with Monsters on this Prehistoric World
This is a primordial and prehistoric plane filled with gigantic lizards, fearsome beasts, and savage spellcraft. Massive dinosaurs roam the land as self-proclaimed kings of the food chain while small humanoid clans wielding stone spears attempt to survive. The humanoid tribal societies are small and tightly knit, led by powerful shamanistic leaders. The discovery of magic has led to a rebellion of sorts among the small humanoid races of the plane. While still rather crude in nature, the use of arcane spells has begun to give the smaller humanoid tribes a much-needed edge against their fearsome competition for survival. It’s survival of the fittest on this primitive plane. (Also, Garruk could ride a T-rex here, which would be sweet.)
Take up Arms as We Journey to This Harsh Land Infused with Norse Myth
In this distant pocket of the multiverse grows a gargantuan tree. Nestled within the entangling roots and branches of the tree are five distinct masses of land, each one large enough to be considered its own world. Every single tree that grows on each of these five worlds can follow its roots back to the world tree that holds them all together—or so it is believed. The tree has mysteriously begun to shake recently, causing minor tremors to rip through the lands held in its grasp. Only a few, however, have taken the time to notice this change. The people of this plane are obsessed with war and the glory experienced in marvelous battle. Continuously at odds with their neighbors, the people of this plane will stop at nothing to appease their gods, and each warrior seeks to prove to the world that he or she is the greatest warrior of them all.
Adventures Abound as We Travel into the Wild, Wild West
Meet me in front of Old Murph’s place at high noon tomorrow if you are still interested in discovering everything this plane has to offer. Rumors of untapped natural resources have caused a mass migration of civilization into the uncharted regions in the western half of the world. Small towns have begun to crop up around areas rich in resources being pulled from the earth in deep and treacherous mines. Civilization has adopted a martial law as people spread into uncharted territories. Tensions with the native peoples have risen as the mining towns relentlessly pillage the land of its resources. Rumors have begun to surface that, in their mining, one town to the far southwest has stirred up some sort of ancient wurms sleeping in the earth . . .
Group A Voting
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Group B Voting
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I look forward to seeing which plane we decide on as the setting for our world!
