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The clock is really whizzing forward today. After the large sacrifice last night, it's got a lot of ground to make up if it's going to reach the 10 by the time the quake is happening.

The note asking for sacrifices is still up, as is the note asking for signups for the ground assault.

And beside the clock, Urza himself still sits. Planeswalkers do not actually require sleep, or food, or any of those mortal trappings, so he hasn't moved, and has no plans to until the final possible moment.

[ooc: multi"pup" post! You can interact with the clock, talk to Urza, or just sign up on the note. All in one convienient, easy-to-use entrance post.]

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He stares a the thing. For the second time now he's staring at the clock.

This is the agent of our destruction, the fox says, sensing only evil behind it.

"You say this device is intended to slay us all?"

The shakings get steadily stronger with each passing day, and they only started around the time this object appeared. I certainly do not remember any shakings before this device appeared.

"We were not always in the bar, lir. Who is to say there were no tremors during the time we were absent?"

That is true, but surely I would have sensed something amiss upon our returns. As for the present, if the tremors increase as they intend to, there will be nothing left to stop them from tearing this place apart and killing everyone in it.

Sobering thought.

Urza watches the half-silent conversation, knowing that the questions asked were not to him.

"There is very little time left," is all he offers to them.

Thank the gods for some wisdom, because seemingly one-sided conversations are enough to have one committed.

Hale turns more abruptly than he normally would, having been startled but reluctant to make it plain to others.

"What is there to do then?" he asks of Urza. "What can we do to stop this thing?"

"As you can see from my notice," he explains, "we are planning to steal the necessary artifact from the Phyrexian vaults, while at the same time, an attack force causes enough distraction that our theft is not noticed."

"I have read," he says. "Have you the manpower you need to accomplish this task?"

Urza shrugs.

"There can never be too many."

"But there can be too few," he completes. "Unless they were Cheysuli."

A smug look.

"One Cheysuli and his lir is more than match for several men."

"A pity it is that it is not men that we face," he replies with a slight smirk. "Or do you say that you would be fair matched with any creature Phyrexia could dredge up to oppose you?"

"I have faced Homanan soldiers and Ihlini sorcerers in the past, and many name the Ihlini as more than men."

He eyes Kya at his feet, who he can tell is decidedly worried about the boasts her lir is making.

Do you intend to join this battle? If not then you should be more careful with your words.

The words, it seems, go unheeded. "Fell beasts should be no match at all."

The smirk seems to grow just a little bit.

"Easy enough to say, and I do not doubt you. But I have no time for words when this threat approaches so closely. If you wish to put your skills against the abominations of Phyrexia, then by all means, place your name on the sheet. Otherwise, I beseech you to stand aside so that others may step up and offer their aid."

A challenge? Back up one's words?

He turns to the sheet. A dedicated warrior he fully intends to show Urza Cheysuli mettle.

I do not believe this is your tahlmorra, lir.

To charge into battle is no man's tahlmorra, but rather the purpose the battle serves.

The fox shifts. And what purpose does this serve in the scheme of your tahlmorra other than to provide a demonstration of why the Cheysuli can be too arrogant, even for their own good?

The gods sent me to this bar. Perhaps they mean for me to defend it. They would not send me here if it were not a part of my tahlmorra to be here at all.

Hale's rune-sign is added to the list. His name is added to the ranks of those who would fight for Milliways.

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