Lanestol avait entendu les conversations entre Alexandre et les autres mécènes présents. Il avait regardé autour de lui comme une femme assez imposante est entré et s'est éventé de ce qui semblait être son dernier effort au-delà de l'avion de Ravnica. Il avait l'air d'être le genre de mission dans laquelle il ne voulait pas s'engager. N'importe quel nombre de choses pouvait aller mal, de ce qu'il avait entendu précédemment de Zendikar, et avec le genre de choses qui pouvait arriver, même ses propres pouvoirs de protection ne seraient pas complètement fiables. Il a remarqué le manteau de fourrure au-dessus de son armure et sa familiarité l'a frappé.
On dirait qu'elle est allée chez moi au moins une fois... elle n'a pas l'air d'être là trop récemment. Ça ressemble à une fourrure normale de loup-garou. De ce que j'ai entendu des survivants la dernière fois que j'y suis allé, si elle y est allée maintenant, elle pourrait encore rencontrer un d'entre eux qui étaient corrompus et revenir avec quelque chose à moitié couvert de tentacules ou avec un manteau digne de quelqu'un avec sept appendices de plus que d'habitude.
Il avait regardé de l'autre côté pour voir la silhouette courte à capuche retirer sa capuche comme on l'avait demandé. En voyant un Myr, il a commencé à ressentir un malaise aigu dans son estomac. Il a essayé de continuer discrètement à écouter et à garder le Myr dans sa vision périphérique. Il n'avait pas été personnellement à Mirrodin, bien qu'un autre marcheur d'avions à qui il avait parlé ait déjà été aux premiers stades de la conquête du feu. Chez Alexander, la première mention de l'huile, il commença à regretter d'être venu boire alors que son malaise envoyait son cœur battre. Il a commencé à prendre un autre verre pour essayer de maintenir son malaise. En entendant le Myr dire qu'il espérait qu'il n'avait pas la brûlure, il s'étouffa à mi-chemin sur la boisson dans sa gorge et cracha à mi-chemin ce qui était dans sa bouche. Il a remis la tasse sur le comptoir et a serré son personnel avec les deux mains.
"Tu espères que tu n'auras pas la brûlure!" Lanestol interjecté. "Quand as-tu pu être exposé pour la dernière fois?" La fin de son bâton commença à briller comme une aura protectrice s'entourait.
Name: Lanestol
Alias: The Cardinal of Calamity
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Priest
Lanestol stands 6' 2", wears light leather armor beneath his black robes becoming of a member of most planes' clergymen. He has a bit of a trimmer stature, on the lighter side of athletic as he relies more on his magics than physical capabilities.
Magical Specialty: Transfer of life energies (helps him stay young), defense and evasion
Primary Color: White
Secondary/Tertiary colors: Black, Red
Preferred creatures: Foxes, Clerics, Vampires, Priests, Demons
Favorite mechanic/keyword: Extort
Home plane: Innistrad
History: Lanestol was born on Innistrad, the realm of struggle between humanity and its predators, in the city of Ashmouth in the Stensia province. He started training in magic from his youth from one of the schools under the Church of Avacyn, initially training in healing and preventative magic. He began to work his way up to more advanced magics as a prodigy of the abbot in the church dedicated. Through plots and intrigue unknown to him at the time, his mentor, an elder, turned up dead one morning when he was 11. He continued his training through the succeeding elder, who taught him the darker sides of life magic, helping him channel his ability to take life, burn and corrupt from within. Though initially opposed, he gave in and trained in ways that undid his earlier lessons under the guise of "advancing his studies further and studying the countermeasures of life-giving magic."
Upon his graduation from the school, he began work as a cleric in the Church of Avacyn, entering the priesthood. He continued his work for his parish until he was 31. He had ascended to eldership for his parish one year earlier due to the high turnover rate (high turnover into food for vampires, werewolves and the undead). One day, he stumbled upon a secret meeting between his second mentor--now the Mayor--and a demon he had a contract with. The Mayor noticed Lanestol and threatened him, though his former student did not back down and challenged the Mayor to a duel, countering with the threat of revealing his dark pact to the town.
The duel ended after half an hour, with Lanestol narrowly besting his former mentor. Foregoing the opportunity to finish his fallen opponent, he instead questioned the Mayor about the death of his first mentor. He had begun to suspect a few things over the years, though without solid proof, he could not accuse him of anything. With his fate in his better's hands, the Mayor revealed he did, indeed, kill Lanestol's first mentor in an attempt to fast-track his way up the clergy ranks. His ultimate goal was to supplant the Lunarch himself. A burning in Lanestol's chest flared up like never before, anger and suppressed grief rising up and unleashing in the awakening of his Spark.
He planeswalked to Kamigawa, suddenly confused as to why he was not facing the fallen Mayor. Or why he did not even know where he was. It did not look like anything he had ever seen before. It was much more lush and the air much fresher than anywhere he had ever been on Innistrad. All he could do was walk and try to find someone. After two hours of wandering through the Jukai Forest, his injuries, drained power and hunger took the last of his energy. He awoke after a nearby kitsune village took him in when two of their sentries discovered him unconscious. An elder among them answered several questions he had about where he had wound up. In return, he used his skills to serve the village until he regained his bearings.
After he had figured out more about his planeswalking power, he finished repaying his dues and left to another plane, to Ravnica. Among the various guilds of the great city-state, he found his place best serving the Orzhov Syndicate, even after discovering their corruption. He resigned to always serving corruption in the church, giving partway into the darkness he was trained in. He continues ventures to other planes throughout the realms and making regular stops in Innistrad, Kamigawa and Ravnica, taking an occasional happy hour pit stop at the Mourning Mirrodin.
Groups/factions:
-Patron of the Mourning Mirrodin Establishment
-Church of Avacyn (former)
-Orzhov Syndicate
Trinkets/ Inventory: Carries a staff with him bearing the Orzhov sun insignia, which serves both as a channel for his magics and a solid beating stick up close. Wears a necklace with a near-indestructible ruby in the center.
Other: The necklace houses the deceased soul of a devious kitsune Lanestol defeated in his third trip to Kamigawa. He had originally possessed Lanestol before the planeswalker found a way to compromise and seal him in the gem since he could not eradicate the possessor completely. It does come around now and then and take control of Lanestol and has come to know his host's power. They remain attached to one another, even as Lanestol walks the realms.