The New Phyrexian Scriptures

From void evolved Phyrexia. Great Yawgmoth, Father of Machines, saw its perfection. Thus The Grand Evolution began. The Will of the Ineffable will be continued by his children. All will be one.

markrosewater:

"Tales from the Pit" #767

markrosewater:

"Tales from the Pit" #767

"The Gitaxians whisper among themselves of other worlds. If they exist, we must bring Phyrexia’s magnificence to them."
-Elesh Norn, Grand Cenobite, decrees

"The Gitaxians whisper among themselves of other worlds. If they exist, we must bring Phyrexia’s magnificence to them."

-Elesh Norn, Grand Cenobite, decrees

Anonymous said: Old-ish, minor art question: is the white, carat-shaped thing over Elesh Norn's face an easily-removable headpiece, or part of her body?

dougbeyermtg:

I don’t think it’s easily removable. With Phyrexians it can be hard to tell the difference between “cool accessory” and “integrated body part,” but I think Elesh Norn’s prominent mask/headpiece is more head than headwear.

"The meat speaks openly of your sacred adornments, my liege. Such familiarity, especially amongst the fleshy pawns, is not to be tolerated."

"Bequiet yourself, Axsh. This fleshling, Doug’beyer’s enthusiasm for the litany and trappings of the Orthodoxy are fueled by a mix of horror and fascination: a potent combination given over to easy control. His words will bend as many knees on this ripe new plane as a thousand exarch’s teeth. Elesh Norn is not a creature of vanity. The Porcelain Mitre is but a symbolic crown placed upon mine own brown by the Ineffable, representing my authority as His voice among the compleat."

"13th day, Koilos -
I write this in a small, terrible hovel on the other side. This task, seeking the source of my grandfather’s fabled power, led me to this cave, down its musty halls and sooty corridors. But the gateway called to me, I could hardly sleep. I had to pass through, I had to. Ghastly light escaped the magical barrier and I knew, I knew, sweet Malla, that hell awaited me. But as a moth into a candle, I strode toward the light. The warm rain of grease on my face immediately made it clear I had entered Phyrexia.”
-Jarsyl, Diary

"13th day, Koilos -

I write this in a small, terrible hovel on the other side. This task, seeking the source of my grandfather’s fabled power, led me to this cave, down its musty halls and sooty corridors. But the gateway called to me, I could hardly sleep. I had to pass through, I had to. Ghastly light escaped the magical barrier and I knew, I knew, sweet Malla, that hell awaited me. But as a moth into a candle, I strode toward the light. The warm rain of grease on my face immediately made it clear I had entered Phyrexia.”

-Jarsyl, Diary

The Father of Machines craves only one commodity from his children: flesh. His great thirst for knowledge knows no bound, omniscience is not enough. Glady He would sacrifice all of us for this; and gladly we go to the slaughter.”

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markrosewater:

Elesh,

I said not on the blog.

"You revealed yourself to the human Mark’rosewater, Norn!"

"Sister Sheoldred, one of my servitors must have sent this message and the Ineffable Key was held down. The foolish mortal will disregard this message and the Grand Evolution will continue."

"Let weak feed on weak, that we may divine the nature of strength."
- Phyrexian Scriptures

"The glorious cacophony at the heart of Phyrexia echoes through rafters, around pipes, and into the flawed soft organs that drive the Ineffable’s works. Kneel, meat! Kneel that you might be chosen to die for His needs."

thejokesterearth3alive said: This question is a bit dated but I would just like to offer my congratulations to creative on the design of the Machine Orthodoxy. It is rare that anything frightens and disturbs me to my core but the White Phyrexians did it. I must ask through where did the ideas for these beings and their horrific religion come from and was any of it not birthed from Yawgmoth's brain?

dougbeyermtg:

Unfortunately it was birthed from my own brain. I’m still kinda icked out by what I wrote (which was, of course, basically the goal). You can find most of the material in this Planeswalker’s Guide entry.

(We writers on the Creative Team tend to split up the world-building writing tasks for any given setting, and for the New Phyrexia world guide, I wrote the white-aligned Phyrexia material.)

Art by Igor Kieryluk

We lived in the Phyrexian mindspace for months, trying to think how they would think, immersing ourselves in Phyrexia to interpret the color pie into a believably complex and rich quintet of ascendant Phyrexian factions. It’s still one of the most… OOKY… experiences I’ve had working in R&D.

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Concept art by Richard Whitters

If there’s anything creepier than the Machine Orthodoxy, it might be the knowledge that your own brain came up with it. *shudder*

"The human Doug’beyer is beginning to suspect it’s nature as a sleeper."

"Too soon! Too soon! Doug’beyer must not be allowed to learn of it’s true nature before the Masters are ready to begin the Grand Evolution upon it’s plane."

"Complain for naught, the visions it experiences may drive it mad. It is a simple matter to replace the faulty cog with a new one."

"Great Yawgmoth moves across the seas of shard and bone and rust. We exalt him in life, in death, and in between." —Phyrexian Scriptures

"Great Yawgmoth moves across the seas of shard and bone and rust. We exalt him in life, in death, and in between." —Phyrexian Scriptures