Chaos Conspiracy

Llewlyn stands in front of a group of newly recruited warriors eyeing each of them carefully. They were new to the whole business of wandering the planes and exacting justice, just as he once was, but it was about time he put them to the test. Slowly, the Boros Skymage began to pace the room, pondering on what to say, and what was to be left unsaid.

"There's job that needs to be done." He said finally as he came to a stop. He then turned to face them again and crossed his arms on his chest. "Several people in the lands of Mirrodin are reporting continued progress of Phyrexia's oil works, even as the current Father of Machines has signed a treaty that ensured that the Great Work would not continue in old Argentum."

Murmurs came from the crowd, but Llewlyn quickly silenced it by raising his hand, motioning everyone to hold their tongues as he explained.

"Rumor has it, this is the work of some fanatical red disciple of the old Father of Machines, the Prophet." Llewlyn continued, "Our job is to find out what's happening inside it, and stop it from spreading. Whatever it is, it by itself is a reason for us to act. If this is some sort of trick played upon by Sade, we have a good way to justify any 'accidental' bombings on Phyrexia's good natured citizens. They've violated the treaty, and we have to show them we can too. But if not, then we have to contact Phyrexia's higher caste itself and tell them about this sudden progression here in Mirran territory. After we put them out of business. Anyone interested, or do I have to draft you in?"