Gatecrash

“Lord Rakdos, guide us!” Jace screamed. “Lead us! We do your will!”

The mighty demon stepped out of the fissure and toward the horde, back in the direction they had come: Rakdos guild territory. The Rakdos cultists roared with praise and delight, clearing out of the demon lord’s way, mesmerized by the street-shaking steps and its fiery weapon. The demon parted the horde, and the horde began to follow it in dark adoration.

“That is not Rakdos, you freaks!” called Exava, and from across the battle she shot Jace a chilling look.

Jace knew he was getting some of the details wrong. The massive illusion he was conjuring was a figment drawn from descriptions of the Rakdos leader, influenced by snippets of memories taken from Exava herself. He had never seen the demon guildmaster Rakdos in person—but he wagered that most of the Cult of Rakdos hadn’t, either. As he wove the illusion, he let other illusions of dark mystical energy curl around him for added effect. He had no power to summon demons nor mastery over diabolic magic; he was depending on the general ignorance of the Rakdos rank and file on that score as well.

Exava had seen through the trick, but she was having a hard time overcoming the awe it inspired in her horde. Jace could see her screaming at them, trying to shake their belief in the demonic delusion. But the only authority they respected over Exava was that of the eponymous Rakdos, and they followed it blindly.

The witch tried to lash out at Jace instead. She blasted out a series of pain spells, but he was ready for that tactic, and he countered and unraveled her spells before they could break his concentration. Jace ran forward into the crowd, crowing like an insane dark mage, following his towering illusion back toward the Rakdos-controlled part of the district. Once the Rakdos horde was dispersed in their own territory, perhaps he could face and defeat Exava one-on-one.

Ruric Thar and the other Gruul warriors could only nod in confused respect as he ran past.

ROUGH CROWDS

Jace guided his illusionary demon, and the demon guided the Rakdos horde, back through the quarter of the Rakdos guild. Meanwhile Jace fended off Exava in a personal side combat, her furious bolts of sadistic magic anticipated and deflected. His illusion flickered as the horde marched back toward the Rough Crowd, its credibility wavering.

As they rounded the corner, Jace gasped.

A Selesnya-guild army was assaulting a smattering of Rakdos irregulars. The Rough Crowd was gone, a splintered ruin, its oak beams unraveled by the magic of woodshapers and ripped asunder by huge nature elementals. Swarms of imps flooded out of the carcass of the nightclub, bombarding the streets below them with burning pitch, hitting their own Rakdos warriors as much as the Selesnya.

A contingent of Boros soldiers attacked from the Selesnya flank. A warrior angel screamed commands from the sky, hurling blasts of scorching light. Magic crackled back and forth between guildmages of opposing creeds, searing scars of battle into the cobblestones.

Jace and Emmara made eye contact, she from atop one of the vine-and-marble elementals, and he from down at street level with the Rakdos. They were both among armies they didn’t command but couldn’t ignore.

Jace’s illusion dissipated, but it seemed irrelevant now. Exava’s horde of Rakdos warriors merged with and reinforced the cultists from the Rough Crowd, and chaos reigned. Reinvigorated, the Rakdos surged against the Selesnya.

A pack of hellhounds, skinless and crackling with flames from inside their blackened ribcages, broke free of their Rakdos handlers and sprinted into a squad of Selesnya guildmages. Jace saw Emmara struggling to ply her magic, but the nature elementals didn’t respond to her, and the hellhounds crashed into the Selesnya mages. Jace could hear their screams over the din of battle.

Finally, whether under Emmara’s control or not, the elemental she rode reached down and smothered two of the mongrels with its fist, and grasped two more hellhounds with a mass of ropy green tendrils. It crushed their bodies into a nearby building façade, to a chorus of hellish howls.

Barbed grappling hooks seized onto the elemental, and Rakdos ogres and goblins pulled on the lines. The elemental’s center of gravity tipped, and more lines snagged onto its chest and arms. It angled into an agonizingly slow stumble. Emmara scrambled to maintain balance as it fell.

“Emmara!” Jace yelled, rushing to her through the crowd.

The elemental toppled, dashing against the street. The Rakdos mob swarmed on top of it with swords and axes, hacking it apart like mad lumberjacks. Jace lost sight of her, and couldn’t see whether she had landed safely, or was under attack by the Rakdos on the ground. But he stopped short before he got to her.

In his way stood the blood-witch, wielding two serrated swords and surrounded by a team of Rakdos toughs.

“It’s time to play, Berrim,” said Exava.

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