Commander K2018

I'd like to see Warriors Within first.

Today I'd like to take a look at this set's new mechanic: Defiant.
Defiant is an ability work that gets better with each opponent who has more stuff that you. Since Commander is a format in which people tend to amass a ton of permanents, why not get some value out of opponents who do?


As customary, each deck will have the two Defiant cards that share their color identity. Each deck will also have a copy of each of these

The sun wouldn’t rise for another hour, but the device in his room was calibrated at the exact angle to diffract rays of light that had yet to reach the horizon and amplify them into a light pointed directly at his dark face, waking him up.

“Another day of hard work” said Hertrioss drowsily as he got up. He got dressed and grabbed a loaf of bread and bottle of water his employer had left on top of the bed for him last night. He envied the fact that by the time his employer woke up he’d already be sweating after two hours’ hard work, and he’d still have to go for another couple of hours before he got his lunch break.

Such was the life of the Lubryoss, the working class of Demmurya. While the Vollta could just relax and rule society, Hertrioss and his kin were forced into doing their manual labor but, as Sibreena Omenspeaker claimed day after day, this was all for “the greater good”.

Many had tried to confront the Omenspeakers, but unfortunately Sibreena and her advocates had a weapon none of them could fight: the gift of Sight. The rulers of Demmurya could see into the future, therefore they could plan to snuff out every rebellion before it even began.

“We know what’s best for you because we’ve seen what’s best for you. You can trust us, it’s all for a better Demmurya” Sibreena would always say.

Hertrioss had had rebellious thoughts for weeks now, and if they hadn’t come for him yet, that meant he would never act upon them, and he was destined to end his life as a mere puppet to his vedalken master.

One hour was left for his break, and Hertrioss was already in the center of Speeralis when he saw something that was unfortunately more and more common these days: a Vollta elf was beating up one of his goblin servants for dropping some goods. What added insult to injury was that the Lubryoss could do nothing about it, so they just walked by keeping their heads hanging low while the Vollta impassively saw the brutality, some even with smug faces.

“This is so…” began Hertrioss as, to his surprise, his body seemed to move on its own, running towards the Vollta and tackling her, taking the belt she had in her hand and whipping her with it.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and soon the Vollta were screaming for someone to put an end to the madness. Realizing what he had just done, and knowing he’d probably be killed for it, Hertrioss looked at the goblin and extended a hand towards him. The creature took it and got up, then they both began running. It wasn’t long before white, green and blue bolts of light shot behind their backs: they were being chased by the peacekeepers!

As Hertrioss pushed past an overweight vedalken blocking his way, he tripped and fell. This was it, the last attack had come too close, and he knew he wouldn’t be fast enough to get up and keep running before they caught up to him.

But as he turned around, he realized something he never thought would happen. The reason all the attacks on him had missed was that many Lubryoss had actually began fighting the peacekeepers to stall them, and about a dozen of them were running behind him, a look of joy and rebellion illuminating their faces while the adrenaline kept them going.

Hertrioss felt someone pull him back to his feet and saw the goblin he’d rescued standing right beside him. They both nodded and kept running, if they had made it this far, then maybe they could actually make a change for once!

But when they got to the gate, they were greeted by an unpleasant sight: dozens of peacekeepers stood at the gate, led by none other than Vorreia, Sibreena’s right hand.

“I guess this is the end of the road” said Hertrioss.

“We have no way of knowing that, how about we make our own future for a change?” replied the goblin “My name is Kragnoss.”

“Hertrioss” replied the man.

“Then it will be an honor to fight and die by your side, Hertrioss.”

They both charged, followed by the other Lubryoss who had chosen to rise up against the Omenspeakers. Bolts of restraining magic flew, punches were thrown, people of both sides began falling injured to the ground. Hertrioss saw Vorreia’s back and began unsheathing a small knife he had for laboring occasions, if he could at least kill the Omenspeakers’ second-in-command…

But before he could assault her, however, she turned around and commanded the peacekeepers to retreat. The man didn’t understand her behavior at first but, when he saw the bomb fly past him, he got it: some Lubryoss were assistants to artificers, and they carried their weapons!

Hertrioss jumped back as the bomb exploded against the gate and made it collapse, the chunks of rock hitting him but not causing him any major harm.

Vorreia, on the other hand, had been too close to the explosion, and the man could not be happier when the smoke dissipated and there were absolutely no signs of her, as though she had been vaporized. As he fainted with a smile, he felt people grabbing him and carrying him away. He couldn’t tell who was taking him or where, but he didn’t care, he’d hurt Sibreena and her miserable society, and he’d stood up for himself, so if he died, he’d die happy.






As the cold water splashed on his face, he was startled awake. Kragnoss’ crooked grin greeted him as soon as he opened his eyes.

“We did it!” said the goblin triumphantly “We escaped Speeralis, we are free!”

Hertrioss smiled as he struggled to get up. His wounds were still fresh, but his ecstasy allowed him to ignore the pain.

“The battle is not yet won, for there are still many Lubryoss that are enslaved to the Vollta. Today we won our first battle, but not the war. Today we took a stand, today we earn a new name.

“We are Lubryoss no more, no longer shall we bow before the Omenspeakers and the Vollta, today we rise as the Insurgents, and we’ll teach Sibreena and her minions to fear that name!”

Everyone cheered him and, for a few seconds, he felt like the king of the world. It would take a lot of time and planning, they’d first have to settle in the Outlands, and that would be no easy task, since the Omenspeakers had always claimed them to be inhabitable, that nobody could survive more than a few minutes outside of Speeralis (clearly a lie). There was also the gift of Sight; for some reason Hertrioss had managed to elude the Omenspeakers’ omnipotent gaze, or did they let him escape because they had something else in mind? They had been lucky this once, would that repeat itself in another opportunity?

Maybe someday the Vollta would finally be overthrown, but the Insurgents would have to work harder than ever before to make that dream come true.






As he followed Kragnoss through the woods, he mentally checked his plan for that day: he’d have to try the new weapon of psychic interference before nightfall to see if it needed adjustments, and he didn’t know how long that would take. He felt like there would never be enough time in the world to finish everything he’d set out to do in order to assault Speeralis, and he couldn’t really afford to lose time.


But this was important to Kragnoss, and to a certain degree it was important to him. He’d grown quite fond of the goblin over the last few years, he was a fierce warrior and a surprisingly good strategist.

“Here we are” said Kragnoss solemnly as they reached a grove in which the statue of a man stood “Here is where we buried Hertrioss.”

Kellythross stood in front of the monument in solemn silence. He’d never met Hertrioss in person, but since he’d joined the Insurgents he’d heard a lot of the man’s deeds: the day he stood against the Vollta, the day he commanded the Insurgents into Speeralis with psychic distortion equipment that allowed them to liberate thirty more Lubryoss in one night before the Omenspeakers could even realize their Sight had been tampered with… and the day he’d been fatally injured while trying to save the kids of some Insurgents who had been taken as hostages.

“You’ve given me shoes too big for me to fit in, but I’ll do my best” said Kellythross staring into the eyes of the statue, as if hoping to find him and his wisdom in there.

“You’re a great leader, you really are” said Kragnoss to Kellythross “the reason I chose you to lead us is because you remind me of him.”

Kellythross didn’t know how to respond to that, he saw the goblin’s eyes holding back tears, and realized he was probably waiting for him to leave in order to cry (he was surprised to find out that goblins could actually cry).

“I’m heading back to the camp” he said “I have some artifacts that need fine tuning before tomorrow’s raid, I think I’ll find the right calibration this time.”

“Go ahead” said Kragnoss as his voice broke “I’ll stay a while longer.”

Kellythross nodded respectfully and left. Kragnoss turned to the monument and began crying.

“He has what it takes to bring us to victory, I know it! Your sacrifice will not have been in vain!” he said to the memory of Hertrioss.

wow working through this but just... wow! well done!

bagz : thanks for the support, I'm glad you're liking this

fluffydeathbringer : thanks a ton for the spoiler




Kellythross woke up half an hour earlier than usual that day, and immediately headed towards his master’s workshop. Today was his big day, the day of his audience with Sibreena.

Once every year, the ruler of Demmurya would give a speech about the collective future of the Lubryoss, and then she’d receive some of them personally if their Vollta masters thought they showed any potential. One of them would be lucky enough to ascend to Vollta status, and Kellythross knew he had a high possibility of that being him, for he could not figure anything wrong happening in his future that Sibreena could foresee.

Ever since he was a child, he’d been serving a benevolent vedalken artificer who had noticed a latent talent inside of him, and had nourished it accordingly. Kellythross had been in charge of reinforcing the defense systems of Speeralis with his innovative creations now that the Insurgents had grown stronger. Not only that, he’d devised something his master ensured would guarantee his status ascension: a special magical gauntlet that could enhance the prophetic powers of the Omenspeakers and battle the psychic interference the Insurgents had developed. Kellythross knew he could technically update the gauntlet to grant him the gift of Sight, but that would be an insult to the Omenspeakers, so he chose against it.

“Are you ready?” asked his master entering the workshop, smiling at the fact he had already started working on something new.

Kellythross nodded enthusiastically, he knew he would become a Vollta, he even had thought of his new name once he did (all Lubryoss had to have names finishing with “oss” if they were male and “ossa” if they were female to ascertain their status).

He stood up, grabbed his gauntlet, exited the workshop, and then…

He couldn’t remember what happened next, all his memory could pull after that point were an incomprehensible mixture of images, sounds and sensations, some of which involved pain both physical and psychological… his plan was working.

He could barely remember his past now, but it made sense, since ever since he’d arrived at this plane he had one simple objective: drink himself to oblivion or death, whichever came first. He could no longer remember why he wanted to forget, but he did remember he wanted to forget something, which meant he still had some way to go.

He took another powerstone from his pouch and placed it on the counter. These tiny stones were surprisingly really expensive in this world, and he’d been using them to accelerate his deterioration process. He stood up clumsily and left the tavern.

Before he could walk three blocks he collapsed against a wall and vomited, some of it spraying over his clothes.

“This is not you” said a sweet female voice behind him.

“All due respect, lady, you have no idea of who I am” he retorted trying to stand up straight but falling on his knees.

“I do know who you are, and I believe you know who I am” she replied offering him a hand.

He looked into her face and, even though he couldn’t entirely discern her features, he realized he’d seen her before.

“You were there, yes!” he said as memories began reshaping in his mind “You’re… Vorgana, right?”

“Vorreia” she replied “And I came to help you.”

“The only way to help me is by letting me die” he answered violently “I remember now, you were there looking at me, judging me, knowing I was bad, knowing my future was terrible…”

“I believed that at first, it’s true, but I came here to tell you that what Sibreena told you that day was a lie…” said Vorreia grimly “She wanted you dead for selfish reasons, not the greater good, you do not deserve this!”

“And why should I trust you?!” he spat at her.

“I’m not asking you to trust me, I’m asking you to trust yourself. You know you’re good, maybe you just need a reminder” she said, handing an item he immediately recognized as his gauntlet “I’ll be staying in that inn until you change your mind. Demmurya needs you.”

“You’ll be staying there for a while, then, I don’t plan on changing my mind.”

“Oh, trust me, you will. And sooner than you know” she replied, smiling for the first time since their encounter.

He was left alone, sitting in his own vomit and holding his gauntlet in his trembling hands. He raised it, ready to shatter it against the ground and destroy it forever, but something stopped him from doing so. This was his greatest creation yet, he couldn’t just destroy it out of spite.

You need to destroy it, destroy it and yourself, it’s the only plausible solution spoke a voice in the back of his mind. The past few days he had started hearing voices, which he attributed to constantly being drunk, but some part of his brain knew there was more to it than just the alcohol.

“I can’t” he said, his eyes watering. He embraced the gauntlet protectively, got up (not without some effort) and headed towards the inn Vorreia had pointed at.



* * * * *



The man he saw in the mirror was completely different from what he expected, he hadn’t seen his clean shaven face in years, and it startled him a little.

When he turned around, Vorreia was entering the room and she too seemed shocked.

“Is everything okay?” he asked.

“Yes, it’s just… I kind of liked your beard better” she said, slightly blushing.

You better let your beard grow, then said one of the voices in his head.

“Shut up!”

“Excuse me?” asked Vorreia confused.

“Sorry, I wasn’t talking to you, it’s just… Never mind.”

“Is everything set for our return?” she asked briskly, trying to change the subject.

“Yes!” He replied with a smile. He’d spent the last few days heading to and from Demmurya for tools to rework his gauntlet and some trinkets he’d been working on, and had managed to find a group of vedalken who were actually supporters of the Insurgents that got him materials he had only dreamed of working with!


“So we can leave right now?”

“Yes, I’ve set a meeting with the Insurgents in neutral territory, they’ll set a large number of traps in case we try anything, but I’m pretty sure we have more than enough things to prove we’re on their side… especially this” he said, grabbing his gauntlet.

After realizing that his secession from the Omenspeakers meant he could actually use his gauntlet to acquire the gift of Sight, Kellythross toyed with the idea, only to realize he could make more adjustments and use it to interfere with the Sight (Vorreia had been kind enough to be her test subject). He decided to give up his lifelong dream in order to have a more powerful tool against Sibreena.

“Everything is ready then, for the first time the future will be unknown not only for us, but for the Omenspeakers as well” he said, smiling for the first time in years.

They held hands and planeswalked together back to Demmurya.

The day wasn’t particularly eventful, just a regular day in Althestra. Inside the castle, after following an intricate pattern of corridors, one could reach the Throne Room, where Thellior sat, a golden goblet full to the brim with blood on each of his rugged hands. He drank emotionlessly as his pale hair fell over his sullen, ashen-gray face.

He was already full, but that didn’t stop him from drinking. The one weakness he acknowledged his lineage having was gluttony, but he could live with that. After all, the vampires of his bloodline were stronger than other Althestran vampires: their muscular mass was bigger and their reflexes faster. Not only that; unlike their brethren, Thellior and his kin were capable of standing in direct sunlight and not be burned to ashes, possibly a consequence of the magic used by his predecessors to create the Eternal Seal…

Yes, he was powerful. In fact, he was so powerful it was…

“Boring” he whispered annoyed as he finished his second cup.

The thrill of the hunt was gone, storming into villages and feasting on citizens had lost its appeal. The only thing that kept him going were the vampire-hunters’ raids. He’d met quite a few knights who tried to bring him down. Most of them had been formidable opponents, but he’d been able to defeat them as well. This world had nothing to offer him…

“My lord” spoke one of his many servants as he entered the room “The preparations are ready; we await your orders…”

At last, a worthy challenge! Tonight was the night Thellior would change the rules! Tonight they would storm the very headquarters of the vampire-hunters: the Valtrian Castle. He recalled the tales he was told by his patron (the vampire who’d transformed him) about an Althestra were vampires ruled and humans were but mere animals constantly hiding from them. If only he could bring that world back without breaking the Eternal Seal

The mission was clear: a commando of twenty younger vampires would storm the vicinity of the castle, attacking citizens in order to draw the knights out. Once a substantial group had left the castle, Thellior and his twenty most powerful subordinates would enter the castle and seek to kill Thiador, the most elite vampire-hunter of Althestra. If he could fight him one-on-one, Thellior knew it would give him the thrill he so desperately sought!

The rackets and the fire in town indicated that the first part of the plan was in motion and it was time to get into action. The Valtrian Castle was a gigantic and sturdy structure, one of the first buildings the humans created when they seized control of the plane, and it had endured through the years. It was believed that all villagers could hide there and survive for a hundred years, but Thellior was about to put that to the test.

His lackeys charged against the wooden door for about five minutes before they stubbornly accepted it wouldn’t budge.


“Fine,” said Thellior “I’ll do it myself!”

He grabbed a vial filled with a dark black liquid; it was a special refined blood, meant to enhance both his physical and magical capabilities. He ingested the content and veins immediately started popping inside his body. With a macabre grin he leapt at the door, his fist extended with an ominous aura surrounding it.

The door cracked slightly, but that was enough for the rest of the army to break a hole into it and enter. This was enemy territory, and Thellior was about to teach those hateful vampire-hunters what it felt like being assaulted in their own homes.
The entrance was clear, the only things visible in plain sight the armors and weapons carefully laid around so each knight could quickly prepare for battle immediately before leaving the castle. The group advanced towards the giant staircase at the other end of the room, scattering everything they found around.

They reached the first floor and split into groups to scout. It wasn’t long before they found out it was where the trainee dormitories were. Thellior’s diabolical grin didn’t stop as he mutilated recruit after recruit with his minions, wiping an entire generation of vampire-hunters.

Unfortunately reinforcements came before he could finish them all off.

“Time to play” he said turning around and facing his new opponents.

They were about ten knights, each already clad in glistening armors, swords unsheathed and shields up. Thellior reached for his belt, extracting two daggers made of polished bones and rotating them dexterously. He plunged forward and engaged three hunters at the same time.

The first one struck as soon as the vampire got into his radius, but Thellior was expecting it and swiftly dodged him. With another quick movement he placed his arm around his opponent’s neck and got behind him while turning him around, creating a meat shield. The two other knights hesitated before striking at their friend, and the vampire used those seconds to kick his victim’s back, pushing him towards the other two enemies and making the three fall down to the floor.

He heard a swish that indicated a sword was heading his way. He kicked himself upward and, with a graceful midair pirouette, he made strategic cuts in the man’s unprotected places, his daggers penetrating deep enough to cut crucial arteries and bleeding his foe to death.

He landed immaculately, licking the blade of his weapons and rejoicing on the taste of blood. He saw the three men he’d previously faced charging at him out of the corner of his eye. He cackled softly and threw one of his daggers at the knight closest to him. The projectile flew with so much strength it pierced the head plate and embedded in the man’s skull, killing him immediately.

The two remaining vampire-hunters charged as one, striking so quickly Thellior found himself too busy deflecting the strikes to be able to attack. That was the fight he’d been waiting for. For the next few seconds he simply avoided strike after strike while studying their fighting pattern until… Eureka!

He saw an opening and took it. As he bent backwards to avoid both swords heading for his heart, he raised his foot, kicking the weapon out of his enemy’s hand. Without missing a single heartbeat (not that he had one) he grabbed the knight’s arm and applied enough brute force to crack all its bones. The man fell to his knees screaming in pain and Thellior jumped towards his last foe.

It was gruesome. The vampire wrapped his legs around the man’s thorax and placed a hand on his face. He pressed against it, his fingers penetrating the eye sockets and forcing the eyeballs to explode. Thellior immediately began biting the knight’s neck and swallowing gushes of blood until his mouth looked like a red sea.

“Stop this madness!” spoke a stern voice.

He turned around towards the source and saw the man he’d longed to confront for so long: Valakor, the most elite vampire-hunter in Althestra. He was around forty years old, although his hair was grizzled and his face weathered. He had a considerable amount of scars he’d earned through the years but they seemed to only make him mightier. His face was completely expressionless.

Thellior saw the scenario surrounding him and saw all his minions bound in chains of white light…

“We’ll settle this once and for all one-on-one” said Valakor without a single muscle in his face twitching.

Thellior smiled and cracked his neck, then charged.

He moved with uncanny speed, too fast for any human to follow, or so he thought. When he was a few meters away from the man, he jumped, releasing a few kicks that Valakor deflected effortlessly with his shield.

Don’t think you can keep up with me thought Thellior as he landed while his arm descended while holding a dagger that was ready to sever the man’s head off.

But the knight simply ducked and thrusted his sword towards the vampire’s stomach. The creature was caught off guard and had to quickly step backwards to avoid the strike, losing his equilibrium. Valakor used that as an opportunity to jab at his face with his shield. A horrible crack was heard, and Thellior staggered backwards as his head buzzed from the pain. This was unreal!

He breathed heavily as his face contorted to an angry grimace, and he pulled three vials of his refined blood. He’d never taken so much at the same time, and was unsure of the consequences, but he was not going to surrender to this mortal.
He swallowed the black liquid and started screaming and laughing at the same time as his ashen skin turned pitch black and his muscular mass increased to the point it ruptured his clothes. His eyes bulged to the point he felt they would fall off, and his hair thickened, giving it the aspect of wire.

Thellior ran towards his target with both arms extended, breaking the stone walls that surrounded him as he advanced.

Valakor remained impassive. All he did was raise his sword and wait for the right moment.

“Luthgra” he spoke when the vampire was a few meters away.

The knight’s weapon began glowing and a beam of white light shot from its tip. Thellior was sent flying backwards as the rays burned his skin and forced him into his usual form. How could a mere man defeat a vampire lord.
He tried to get up but his energy was abandoning him.

“Surrender, you scum” said Valakor “I cannot be defeated by the likes of you!”

That phrase added insult to injury, and Thellior wouldn’t take it. Something stirred inside him, and he found his second wind, standing up and drawing a his favorite knife.
“So be it” said Valakor.

Vampire and man ran towards each other, weapons held high, ready to tear the other one to pieces. When they were close enough both blades descended at the same time, but something didn’t seem right about the situation. The same energy that Thellior had felt kept increasing inside him. It wasn’t just a second wind, it felt like so much more, unnatural even. Was this a side effect of ingesting three vials of refined blood?

Whatever it was, it was blurring his vision. Valakor was slowly fading away, being replaced by darkness. Maybe he was going to faint, maybe his body had just given up, but it definitely didn’t feel like it.

His knife finished descending and he heard a scream, but it wasn’t the one he’d expected. This scream had come from a woman.

The body fell to the ground. She looked like a simple villager, but her clothes were odd. He checked his surroundings and was confused. Where was the village he remembered? Where was the Valtrian castle?

He fed on the corpse he’d left behind and then headed towards the village in order to find some answers.


* * * * *


He found the answers in the next few weeks: Innistrad.

This brand new world was similar to Althestra but it had a crucial difference: vampires were more feared and respected. Unfortunately there was a catch: one of their own had betrayed them and created an angel to protect humanity, pathetic.

If Thellior wanted to fight angels and humans he’d remained in Althestra. No, he needed a new challenge, but there was a silver lining, for he’d learned he was a planeswalker, and that meant he had the ability to travel to countless worlds.
And so the hunt began: Nimunot, Theros, Disturbia, Celestia, for years he traversed the Multiverse in search of new challenging hunts. The more he saw, the more he wanted. Soon he’d be the most feared predator in the entire Multiverse.
He knew he’d have to return to Althestra eventually, for he was a key piece to keeping the Eternal Seal standing. But in the meantime, why shouldn’t he enjoy the hunt?

Remember when I said I'd have the decklists by today? I lied! Turns out even when you've designed all cards and all you need to do if fill the deck with reprints it still takes quite a while! So here's the first decklist: Rulers of Heaven, hopefully the rest will be up by the end of the week but I'm not sure I'll make it by then. Every card past Clockwork Squire is a reprint either of canon MtG, one of my sets or a set from MSEM (in which case the designer is credited both in the card and notes), here's a full decklist:

RULERS OF HEAVEN

COMMANDER: Laia of the Syurrai+

CREATURES
Krymna, Ralezza's Advocate*+
Sotemeit, Impassive Juror*+
Karoian Emissary+
Sphinx Visionary+
Laia's Juror+
Heavenly Avenger+
Ascended Syurrai+
Blissful Eidolon+
Miregot, Elastra's Confidant+
Valtrian Squire+
Krymna's Peacekeeper+
Embodiment of Cunning+
Laia's Advocate+
Reliquomancer+
Dwarven Firstblade+
Clockwork Squire+
Glintfeather Sage
Master of Winds
Celestial Archon
Iridescent Familiar
Soulstone Redeemer
Auraweavers of Danuria
Aven Warmonger
Heavenly Patron
Sunfist Spirit (designed by Cajun)
Stormtide Leviathan
Sunblast Angel
Arbiter of the Ideal
Warden of Evos Isle
Angelic Skirmisher
Griffin Flock
Shaper of Currents
Heliod's Emissary
Hero of Iroas
Hope Crafter

SORCERIES
Miregot's Taxation+
A Higher Purpose+
In Mirathen's Presence+
Punishing Catastrophe

INSTANTS
Valakor's Radiance+
Sotemeit's Schemings+
Deluge

ARTIFACTS
Commander's Amulet+
Bident of Thassa
Sol Ring
Sigil of Duty

ENCHANTMENTS
Desolation of Lasyvria+
High Council's Blessing+
Unblinking Sentinel
Mobilize the Heavenly
Sigil of the Empty Throne
Pandora's Eviction
Stand Against Darkness
Ethereal Armor
Infiltrate Celestia
Ocular Halo
Righteous Authority
Grasp of Fate
Anurafication (designed by aquaumisa)
Crane's Way (designed by CanterburyEgg)
Griffin Guide
Imprisoned in the Moon


LANDS
Commander's Monolith+
Command Tower
Pool of Light
Virgin Shores
Ocean Monastery (designed by Timespiraled)
Azorius Chancery
Azorius Guildgate
Tranquil Cove
Adaptive Terrains
16 Plains
12 Island

+ depicts a new card designed for this set
* depicts the alternate commanders for this deck