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The Coalition's march continues across the planes.  By now, Mirrodin is firmly under control of the troops from Dominaria.  The local Mirrans given freedom and weapons to join in the fight to drive off the final few Phyrexian holdouts.  Only the Radix and the Seat of the Synod remain as realms of compleation - while the Radix has been under Phyrexian control for much of the war, the Seat has been hotly contested.  The once huge Vedalken structure of knowledge and learning, reduced to little more than rubble.

A story much the same holds upon Dominaria itself.  A couple of holdouts from the previous occupation persist.  But cut off, but deaths are mounting, without reinforcement from their home plane, it is unlikely that the Phyrexian forces will be able to maintain...

One of the final Coalition bases to fall in the last war, Sheila and her brood had been compleated by Phyrexia.  Yet, this land had changed hands once more.  Under the guiding hand of Myril, the forests were retaken for the Coalition, and signs of its past holders destroyed.

(Tale by Myril)

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Damia growled slightly, peering up at the massive, rotting husk of Sheila's lair... conflicted.  As a being of both death and rebirth, a part of her rejoiced at the conversion between her two identities, as the once-verdulant tree sat converged into a epitaph of finality, a massive structure celibrating the finality of death.

Still, the sight of so much life corrupted made her stomach turn... the metal plates upon Sheila's husk and the tainted scent of iron...

The last uprising upon Dominaria under Capashen Dawn has proven to be one of the most deadly to Phyrexia thus far.  Already, the new Coalition forces have advanced across their home plane, destroying the main Phyrexian holding of Shiela's Lair.  While it is not certain what happened to the giant spider that made the land her home.  The forests are still filled with her brood.  Despite the destruction of the stronghold, the scars upon the creatures and land will not heal nearly so easily.

Even on the plane of Mirrodin, Phyrexian presence has been wanning.  Their stronghold Gehenna in the Oxidda Chain was destroyed by Grand Admiral Kelket.  Rubble and ruins are all that remain of the once proud fortress city.  Meanwhile all attacks to secure Mirrodin's Core...

[i]After rather a long time of dozing, the not very good chronicler at last awakens with a snort.  Destruction walks the planes, and the first ruin lies in the wake of the everlasting planar war.  With quill in hand, the day of end is noted in the tale of the 6th war.[/i]

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Kelket stood atop a ruined wall of the Grand Fortress of Gehenna, staring down at the battered mountainside. His forces had finished salvaging whatever supplies they could from the Phyrexian stores, and had already rendezvoused at a camp set up among the steppes well away from the three mountains that made up the stronghold of Gehenna. The Dice Gods only knew, this war was far from over and the Coalition would need everything they could get. While the armies surrounding ...

After returning to the plane of Dominaria the Phyrexian leadership found its armies in disarray. Trying to shift the tide of the war, the Chief Praetor organised a war council with his Praetors and Evincars as well as lower ranked officers who showed promise. An urgent plan was devised and set into motion. The Phyrexian armies were to release control of border territories, leaving behind scarce troops to perform skirmish attacks during the night, hopefully buying enough time to regroup the forces and strengthen the inner defences. Four plague bomb supply routes were created, one for each remaining portal and conscription was ordered throughout all occupied territories to increase the troop count.

The skirmish attacks worked like a charm and bought Phyrexia more than enough time.

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When Phyrexia reached the plane of Dominaria, they didn't expect to find anything that could pose a threat, just barbarian tribes, easy to conquer. The forces that once defeated them in the 4th war softened by peaceful living - it was supposed to be an easy step towards the Grand Evolution.

The first Phyrexian attacks in Dominaria began as expected. None were prepared as portal ships spewed forth countless armies. The strongholds quickly errected, and the surrounding territories easily conquered. Thus, the entire Phyrexian army was brought unto the plane. They thought that Dominaria was but a quick step and that they are going to create the base camp for the Mirrodin War. However, their opposition proved more cohensive and capable than first

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The tales of the entities of the great wars of Dominaria reach far beyond those chronicled in the ongoing wars.  Mighty Generals from across the multiverse and time have risen to fend off the Phyrexian threat.  Woe betide those who would stand in their way.  Under their rule, Dominaria will return to peace and glory once more.

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King, as he is known, is a planeswalker of old from Dominaria. As a mortal, he lived about nine thousand years prior to the prospering of the Thran empire. He lived in a time when dragons ruled over Dominaria with an iron fist. His home was that of an island that belonged to a small nation whose name has been long forgotten by history.

King's mortal life was

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The war continues raging across the plane of Dominaria, turning ever more in favour of Phyrexia.  Already more than half of the Coalition leaders had been assassinated, their heads now decorate the hallowed halls of the Chief Praetor.  Only this week, Sek'Kuar and the mighty artifical champion Kaldra met their makers at the hand of Tevish Szat and Murica.  Their ruined forces fled from battle, joining other stranglers and defeated in hope of redemption and safety upon the isles of Tolaria.

Yet Phyrexia brings more than death in its wake.  Entire cities have fallen, from important nodes of power and strategic importance as Karesta and Naideia, to the minor townships such as Vodalia that had until now escaped the worst of the fighting.  The devastation

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Unit 79236-x3 stood upon the new Phyrexian lands in the seas east of Shiv. Everyone knew of the great victory of Murica in it’s capture, and its resulting ruin.

It was a bright sunny day when the Coalition made their final desperate attempt to retake Naideia. It was a paltry force, barely worthy of considering. As is only fitting, it fell against the might of Phyrexia, and any other that could hinder the grand evolution were keep away by the masterminds of Phyrexia’s forces.

Originally, the entire island was to be destroyed and suck beneath the waves. Already the floating outposts had been destroyed entirely, their remnants long since ejected by the Yamigawa river into the wide oceans. All that was left was to wait for the explosives to arrive to finish the task - specially

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