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Your arrival did not go unnoticed, for you sent a ripple through the blind eternities. It begins with a soft whisper, barely distinguishable from your own. Whispering of how you could have your wildest dreams if you would just join her.

(rewrote this aprt, seemed a little jarring with the tone, /r)

The voice. It has never tried to harm you. Sometimes you ponder where it comes from, but surely it can't be all bad?

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As you struggle against the questions and your curiosity, your companions from both in and out of the jump will begin questioning your behavior. Question little things that you changed, all to make life easier in little ways.

In months (added propose qualifier), creatures near and far gain extend tentacular distortions of their own flesh in praise. Speaking, preaching, screaming the name I'MRAKUL. Yet to you, they seem beautiful.

Yes, they got what they wanted. Is the world not beautiful now?

(Rewrote a major part here because parts of it ran on for a bit/seemed redundant, /r)

In but a few years the church will crumble, Avacyn's protection waning as the faithful abandon her for a foreign god. Even the other angels falling to the sway of this wondrous yet terrible deity. Should she live, the angel herself will leave public view after falling sick. Alien howls replace the nocturnal cries of Uldewald. The very stone beneath your feet echoes the name I'MRAKUL in anticipation. Even the vampires are affected, the new blood rebelling against their elders in the service of what many claim is a kinder master

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It is nine years before the titan descends to a rapturous welcome. By this point the mana of the plane its land and denizens will be almost entirely twisted to the cause of the titan.

Your trial is simple: To slay the titan of Emrakul without succumbing to its' sweet temptations.

Demons, townsfolk and assorted denizens alike-almost all other beings have become tentacular, flesh-shaded beasts devoted to Emrakul. Stronger many times over than in life.

The titan herself is an immense floating mass of tentacles, attached to a baleen lattice which breathes smaller beings made in her image. Around her, the desolation of the Blind Eternies buffets you with terrors from beyond the world. She lashes you with tentacles, her brood and immense blasts of mana along with constant mental assaults that grow stronger as you approach her.

Caging you in your own mind, should they succeed.

And yet, the titan you see is more akin to a limb then anything vital. To triupmh, you must first draw the full titan within reach so that you may strike her with lasting harm. Should you wish to succeed in this feat, you will need might greater than can be found in this realm.