Donc je suppose que c'était il y a quelque temps, alors, Lanestol a répondu à Aspasia. "Je ne cherchais pas à l'acheter. Si ce n'était pas pour les événements récents, j'aurais pu en avoir un comme ça. En fait, j'en avais un comme ça pour les vêtements décontractés juste après avoir obtenu mon diplôme d'académie de village, juste de couleur plus légère. La partie difficile était suffisamment tourner un piège sur lui pour que je puisse l'arrêter froid et siphonner sa vie. J'aurais définitivement perdu une bataille directe et la façon dont je l'ai fait a garanti que la peau restait entière. Peu de risque de la déchirer avec une arme, bien que pour certains, qui lui a donné un peu de charme ou de la place pour coudre dans une poche. De nos jours, les loups-garous d'Innistrad sont des abominations encombrées, bien au-delà de la torsion avec laquelle ils devaient commencer. Vous voudrez peut-être garder celui-ci intact le plus longtemps possible. Il n'est pas remplaçable, tel qu'il est. Vous pourriez en obtenir un autre si vous n'êtes pas d'accord avec le prochain qui vient avec des tentacules ou d'autres appendices contre nature."
Lanestol s'est tourné vers la reconnaissance du contact qui était finalement venu rencontrer Veronica. En entendant le ton méprisant du messager envers Alexandre et Victoria, son comportement prit un tour soudain. Le pendentif rubis clignotait un moment avant que ses yeux tournent la même nuance de rouge, et un sourire méchant courbé alors qu'il faisait un contact visuel direct avec le clerc messager. Il se tenait de son tabouret et marchait droit devant l'agent alors qu'il s'inclinait devant lui. Il se pencha et murmura dans l'oreille du contact, une colère inquiétante cachée alors qu'il griffait les dents.
« J'aurais espéré que vous traiteriez vos hôtes avec un peu plus de respect, surtout compte tenu de votre statut actuel. Ce n'est pas celui qui commande le respect ou attire l'envie de quiconque. Si cela va mal selon le conseiller, vous aurez la chance d'être en ligne pour le Maw. Si vous avez du respect pour ma station, agissez comme ça et soyez un invité plus gracieux ou vous ne serez plus l'invité de personne. »
J'aurais pu lui dire quelque chose comme ça moi-même sans les menaces.
Quelqu'un avec son arrogance a besoin d'un bon fouet de temps en temps pour connaître sa place. Il doit savoir à quel point il a peu de contrôle sur la situation. Les aides comme lui sont la raison pour laquelle je me demande pourquoi tu ne les fais pas tout sauter à l'éther et devenir la Guildmaster.
Je ne serais pas différent de lui, assouplissant mon pouvoir pour contrôler les gens. Ça, et je sais que ça vous motiverait à essayer de prendre le contrôle de moi en permanence. Je ne te tolère que parce que je ne peux pas encore t'exorciser. Si vous m'y conduisez, je chercherai quelqu'un d'autre pour vous envoyer en chemin. Pour l'instant, je souhaite avoir à nouveau le commandement.
Avec son propre message donné à l'agent, Lanestol s'est tenu et est retourné à son siège. Son pendentif clignait de nouveau et ses yeux retournaient en arrière. Son visage était aussi revenu au regard habituel de Forlorn avant qu'il n'ait affronté Alexandre sur sa demande.
"Je suppose qu'un peu de travail serait dans l'ordre. Du moins, après avoir mangé. Mon estomac s'est détaché du moment nerveux plus tôt. »
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.