Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

After leaving the cathedral, Jace had Planeswalked away, babbling about the Gatewatch, the group he'd formed with three other Planeswalkers while defeating two Eldrazi Titans on a plane named Zendikar. He promised to return by morning and with the six of them together, they stood a chance of defeating Emrakul. It would have been better with seven, but Sorin had vanished. The vampire had made clear he had other priorities and they would receive no help from that quarter. Sigarda also departed; she had promised her assistance to Thalia, protecting the innocent from the madness overtaking all of Innistrad.

But nowhere was it worse than right here in Thraben. The misshapen werewolves and other creatures that had been rampaging through the countryside had been caused by the barest touch of Emrakul's influence on the plane, what little had been able to permeate past the barrier that had been Avacyn. Now that the great Titan was here, her full corrupting effect had been unleashed onto the populace and the High City had transformed into a nightmare. Tamiyo and Ignis had caught a few hours sleep in the cellar of the cathedral, exhausted by the battle against the maddened angel and her twisted abomination of a sister. But as they made their way to the outskirts of the city to the planned meeting point, they learned the extent of the horrific changes the Titan of Corruption had wrought as she'd made her way from Nephalia to Gavony, slow but relentless.

( Initial Plans )

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"Look at it, Gared. Pretty, in a way. Your world is ending." Liliana watched as Thraben burned and tentacles reached down from the storms to rake the earth below. The sky swarmed with angels, and the ground beneath the titan just swarmed. From this distance, she could make out only the movement, an unending, writhing mass of creatures, pressing as close to the source of the world's end as they could.

"Yes, mistress. S'what it does around here, mostly." The geistmage's apprentice, with his bulging eye, looked forlornly down at the chaos.

"Ah, there they are. See the fire and the flashes of light? Jace must have gone to fetch his little friends. Looks like they're headed straight toward the center of it all." Because of course they were. And she had no doubt Ignis was right there with them.

Gared tilted his head, an interesting effect atop his already asymmetrical body. "Yes, mistress. I couldn't help but notice, you've raised this lovely little army to help, but we're staying up here, and the others are down there."

There was nothing little about her army. Undead spread out behind her nearly to the horizon. "Hmm. I suppose that's true. Well then, shall we go make an entrance?"

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( Rarely Survive Contact With The Enemy )

[Mulched, composted, and grown from "Battle of Thraben" by Nik Davidson. Finally, Liliana gets to march an army of zombies on Thraben. Enrichment for necromancers. Played with the peerless chef_chocobo. NFI, NFB, follows this.]

With apologies to Lydia, but it is a truth universally acknowledged, that a luxury suite in possession of a good dining room, must be in want of a dinner party. And who were Liliana and Ignis to deny such an obvious and powerful truth? And so, determined to make use of the dining room for its intended purpose at least once this trip, Ignis set to work forcing the kitchenette to somehow be up to the task of preparing a several course meal (with much appreciation for the butler bringing in random appliances from for him to use), while Liliana handled sending out the handwavy invitations and then...well, lounging mostly.

An acceptable division of labor.

That evening, the assembled guests were invited in to enjoy a kind of 'inside out' dinner with nods to the Quebecois cuisine. For appetizers, they had maple-bacon carrots and garlic parmesan duchess potatoes, with a main of French onion soup, and lamb and goat cheese sliders for dipping. That's right, the sides were apps and the apps were mains and up was down and dessert was a berry creme brulee! Several bottles of Côtes du Rhône and a nice brandy were included for pairings, as well as a few bottles Bière de Garde and some nicely mulled cider for any guests who preferred those to wine.

(Okay, so in addition to the invitations, Liliana had also been in charge of picking out the wine and other beverage accompaniments. She'd clearly helped, you're all welcome, no need to applaud but you could if you wanted to.)

A true pity that for yet another day they'd been too busy to try to find new glasses for Ignis, but such was life! Surely their guests would appreciate his sacrifice.

[For thems what got the invitation, pls, and likely to be quite slow]