Phyrexian Vengence

The broadsword cleaved cleanly through the belenish paladin, his bloods smeared armor falling apart as his body was deprived his precious life. My phyrexian brothers and I have been forcing back the armies of geae awaiting the second coming of the Ineffable. His name was known to us full well as well as all those on this pitiful plane. It has been a century since the portal to our homeland was shut our master forced back through it battered and weakened by the attacks of Gaea and Urza. But now is our time the age of Yawgmoth shall once again return to the plane of Dominera. Gaea sleeps and the legacy is nothing more then a legend only the Enfeebles true name remains as a mark of the war of the multiverse stretching deeper then any mortal dare know into the nothingness between the planes.1

The war between Karona and Kahmal is long since over and in the post war chaos is when we plan to reopen the portal and resurrect our lord. The paladins are nothing to use for even as old as we are over five thousand years between us fifty, we have never forgotten nor rested since the day of our defeat. "Din," Calling to the grayish hell-spawn next to me he had bitten through the head of the lead paladin his ancient power-stone armor glowing brightly like the day it was forged. 2

"Yes captain?" Clutching his fist to his chest his rasping breath drowning out the noise of battle around us.3

"Tell the other captains that my squad will make the run on the portal and advise them to guard it to the last man let no one close the portal or your soul will spend eternity in the eighth sphere. (In phyrexia there are nine spheres on the eighth sphere is where Yawgmoth tortures those who disobey him.)" Rounding up my ten troops we begin our assault down a long ancient obsidian tunnel my oil shined eyes see through the veil of darkness like daylight. Extending my four foot long claws on each of my five fingers I signal to my troops to hold. Peering around the first turn which veered radically to the left I see a single guard quivering slightly in the cavernous chill of the tunnel. 4

I close the distance of about fifty feet in the snap of your fingers approaching right behind him. Extending my fangs Biting him deeply in the collar bone feeling my poison sacs empty filling him with my ageless poison his tongue swells instantly he begins having seizures and breaks his own back I watch him pitifully gasping his last futile breathes as his death becomes more eminent. Smiling silently to myself  watching the guard die.5