<BB> Location: The Abandoned Shops

As the spell hits Mira, one thing comes to mind - an inexorable, ravenous curiosity that worms its way out of her subconscious and into the forefront of her mind. A desire for knowledge. Idea after idea comes together in her head, with any notion of "potential risks" or "dangers to others" subsiding. Only the desire to learn so that she can figure out how to help her home. There's a faraway voice in her head about potentially useful information, which is noted but not considered by the monomaniacal beckoner. 

And she finds herself with just the way to do it. Another concoction, this one a substance that combines two parts - one part that if permitted, accelerates the pace at which people can come up with ideas, and another part that allows her to harness whatever... residual inspiration might come to her peers. 

This, she thought to herself, was true field research. On impulse, she puts her thoughts towards the task at a hand - a giant monster, was it - and puts together assorted pieces of knowledge and uses it to summon a giant creature, one that somehow rivals the size of the one they were facing right now. It has an innumerable number of tentacles, several humanoid faces, hundreds of insectile limbs each with their own eyes, and a very large mouth covered in sharp teeth. Despite her impulse for knowledge, she still has enough common sense left to keep the monstrosity simple enough in composition, so as to allow for it to be dispelled into aether if necessary. 

The monstrosity, affected by Yakana's spell, is in a similar state of thoughtlust. In its perilous search of information about extraplanar beings, it very aggressively moves towards the kaiju in an attempt to messily dissect it to see what's inside. Well, it's not a proper dissection, but it's a reasonable, albeit violently messy attempt.

Mira has used one of her free set unlocks to gain the ability to Call for Aid from Dragon's Maze, calling for aid from Notion Thief. 

Dreams Subsume Decisions  
Sorcery - Revelation
Draw two cards. Each other player draws a card.
Coalesce  
At the beginning of your end step, put a +1/+1 counter on Dreams Subsume Decisions for each card you've drawn this turn.
1/1 -> 31/31

This primarily helps deal with the giant creature by creating a 13 players * 2 cards per player + 4 cards = 31/31 blue Horror. Mira also draws 30 some cards off of this as well in her monomaniacal pursuit of knowledge, despite the circumstances. In her current, single-minded state, she very much is not viewing people as teammates (instead viewing them as opponents), hence why Notion Thief functions the way it does. 

The Worst Is Yet To Come: Ominous name! I think this could honestly look at more cards at four colors, but you've pulled off nonwhite splendidly and in an exciting package in such a way that's hard to do, so like 9.5/10

Doer looks at the towering behemot with awe, ready to strike it down with his newfound mech. But something catches his eye. In the ground below, a big monstruous lion is ready to attack his little brother, who is too busy preparing a spell to deal with the new monstrosity and can't defend himself. "Today's your lucky day, meowstard!" With great difficulty, Doer turns the mech around, driving it directly into the lion. The mechanical contraption slams into the ground shattering in a million fragments, leaving Doer, scarred but alive, on top of the lion, ready to run it through with his sword. The conmmotion shatters Michi's concentration, and flickering through the pages of his sketchspellbook, he finds a new out, probably not enough to take care of the giant monster, but hopefully it can prevent more small adversaries to escape from the rift. "We got this, brother!"

Doer, Bladewhirler 
Legendary Creature - Cat Warrior 
First strike
When ~ enters the battlefield, it deals 1 damage to each other creature.
Whenever a creature token dies, put a +1/+1 counter on ~.
3/1

The cats have Tactical Imperator so...

Michi, Wielder of Truths 
Legendary Planeswalker - Michi 
Play with the top card of your library revealed. You may play land cards from the top of your library.
: Scry 3.
: You get an emblem with “Each player plays with the top card of their library revealed.” and “Whenever a player reveals a card, copy it. You may cast the copy and spend mana as if it was mana of any color to do so.”


The Worst Is Yet To Come: I'm a sucker for four color designs, and I like the four cards/four colors. Nice 8/10

Worst is Yet to Come, The: 9/10. This would be very cool in Commander but feels difficult to work in anywhere else. 

Atlani nods at Leira's message. Not telepathic herself, though no stranger to being read, Atlani leaves a response in her own mind: Appreciated. Let me know if I'm needed somewhere else.

Atlani suffers the effects of Yakana’s blast. I need to leave/lead/fight/kill/help/die with glory/survive.

Atlani utters a short incantation under her breath, and a carving of wings in her bow begins to glow white. For her, and anyone near her, the fog looks as though it’s thinned a bit, though the air is still heavy, and the forms are no less substantive. Even for those too far for the benefits of the enchantment, the glow is bright enough to serve as a beacon through the fog.

She then dismounts as Nai nearly bolts out from under her, charging toward the lion, trying to come at it from the side. Atlani switches from her bow to her sword and shield and follows suit.


Atlani’s Command 
Instant
Choose two:

• Destroy target creature.
• Destroy target artifact or enchantment.
• Create a 2/2 white Cat creature token with lifelink.
• Put a +1/+1 counter on each creature that attacked this turn.

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This could allow her to destroy both the revelation and her enchantment, but she’s going to use it to destroy the enchantment and put a counter on herself, and at least Nai and Doer. (anyone who wants a +1/+1 counter can have one, though)

The Worst Is Yet To Come is fun. 9/10

Anne watched in horror as Yakana's pulse coursed through her friends and family. Tepilli instantly dashed through the rift, Anne's siblings and Roy began fighting, and Aki... just broke down. Anne looked up towards her opponent, the massive lupine behemoth, and her mind raced as the spell tried to work its magic on her mind. 

Her mind did not yield.

As the magic dissipated, unable to pierce the divine energy coursing through her veins, Anne had a moment to think. She looked down at her hands, looking at the glow. What was this mysterious power flowing through her? A new ability of hers? Or the hydra lord's favor? Anne quickly remembers that she's facing down a monster as it slowly approaches and quickly chants a small prayer that Aki, Roy, her siblings, and even Simul would recognize: "Hyxotl, grant me your strength."

Anne didn't notice blue and purple markings appear alongside the yellow, red, and green runes as she approached the behemoth, bare-handed. As she approached the oversized wolf monstrosity, her form surged forth, morphing slowly from Anne's normally modest, short body to a titanic frame fit for a god. She cracked her knuckles, alerting Aki to her presence, the spirit looking up... and subsequently cheering in excitement, the enchantment on her mind broken. Soon her other friends and family followed suit, with Tlalli muttering, "...for the gods!" as she sees her now colossal sister sizing up her opponent. The ant girl, for one, did not notice her own radical transformation. All she was focused on now was keeping her family safe. Her friends safe.

Her community safe. 

Anne's fists collided with the titanic wolf as she goes on the offensive, trying to keep it as pinned as possible as the rifts around her grow larger and larger. Soon, Tepilli dashed out of the rift once again, the brilliant white-and-black archaeopteryx landing on the ground and soon shifting to the visage of a young person with pale skin with white-and-black hair, their body outfitted like a scout. Unconsciously recognizing the emissary, Tlalli moved over towards them as another entity begins to slowly push through the rift.

Leader of the Herd 
Creature - Rhino Rare
When ~ enters the battlefield, destroy target artifact, enchantment, or tapped creature.

When ~ attacks, create a 2/2 green and white Rhino creature token.

2/2

As the rift widens in the sky, Iritola prepares. A research rover is not meant for combat, not really, but neither is a scientist. Neither was this scientist, and look at how that turned out.

But there's no time for doubt, no time for angst. It's… thrilling, almost, in a terrible way that makes her chest tight and her breath come too fast. It's thrilling to have a deadline to need to put her head down and force herself to work, to block out everything as the sky splits open. So she works.

And soon, though not immediately, Iritola is arriving at the rift in the sky. The rover is tall and its multiple stilt-like legs aren't the most stable thing in the world, but it navigates the terrain well enough, and it takes her weight, even if she had to scoop out all of her samples and half the measuring equipment to make room for herself. But that was fine because, frustrating as it was to undo her works since arriving on this plane - what work had she done since arriving on this plane? Besides conning the population? She starts laughing to herself, which she's sure makes a pretty picture as she pulls up to the battle. Maybe she has as much in common with the bringer of this curse as everyone seems to think.

She keeps laughing as she presses her hands to the sigils carved into the thin walls of the rover and channels the excess mana still tingling along her stained hands right into the series of lenses she's set up along the arm of the rover. A thin beam of pure mana shines through one lens, then another and another, getting more concentrated with each it passes through until she's able to jerkingly carve into the monstrous, many legged creature looming over the battlefield.

Optics Class
Enchantment - Class
(Gain the next level as a sorcery to add its ability.)
When Optics Class enters the battlefield, return another target enchantment to its owner's hand.
Level 2:
At the beginning of your end step, untap two permanents you control.
Level 3:
When this Class becomes level 3, scry two, then draw two.

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The Worst is Yet to Come: First of all, I just want to reiterate how incredible this entire scene is. Second, this card is rad. I love the revelation is among the types it grabs. 9/10

The Worst Is Yet To Come — This? This is what a four-color Revelation should look like. Still a bit leery on how cheap the Coalesce cost is, though, even quad-dense and without board impact. 9/10
The giant's fist collides with Nadejda's flying mech, crystal spikes piercing through the cockpit as she fires a barrage of missiles at it point-blank. The mech and giant alike explode, shrapnel scattering the battlefield, and Nadejda falls out of the sky. She hits the ground, hard, a broken-off spike of crystal impaled in her chest, blood staining her flight-suit.

Wrath of Otaria
Legendary Artifact — Equipment
Equipped creature gets +6/+6 and has flying, first strike, vigilance, trample, haste, and protection from black and from red.
Equip
: Exile Wrath of Otaria and a card you own and control named Fury of Otaria from your graveyard and/or the battlefield, then meld them into Otarian Flagship AM-1 "Krom-dome".
Nadejda blinks open her eyes and struggles to her feet, clearly fighting through the pain of what appears to be a critical injury. "That... really xujóvo hurt. I am going to break you. I'm gonna kill you, and then I'm going to find out where you came from, and go back two hundred years and melt it to slag, so you retroactively will have never existed. And then I'm going to design a useless junker of a vehicle and name it after you, so history will only remember your name as referring the most unreliable truck ever built." The scrap of her plane and Doer's reassembles in midair into a winged figure, reaching down to lift Nadejda's broken form aboard. Missiles streak from beneath its wings into the rift, plasma splashing Elsewhere as the gunship leaps after them.

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Otarian Flagship AM-1 "Krom-dome"
Legendary Artifact Creature — Angel Ship
Flying, first strike, vigilance, trample, haste, protection from all colors
: "Krom-dome" gets +1/+0 until end of turn.
Whenever "Krom-dome" deals combat damage to an opponent, choose target nontoken permanent they own or card in their graveyard. Put it into their command zone. It gains "You can't cast spells with the same name as this card."
12/12

I feel personally insulted that the bonus points were for the Doer combo and not for the FT taken from The Simpsons, smh

Hundreds upon Hundreds: Given how variable it is to have a decent amount of horrors on the battlefield by the time you cast this, it can either be just fine or a huge army, but it feels pretty balanced. 8/10.



As Aylin is finishing off her foe, the static wave washes over her. As her mental barriers shatter, the one thought she deliberately pushes back every waking hour makes its way from her repressed memories to the front of her mind. As the memory hits her full force, her sanity is obliterated, and for a few seconds Michi, Doer, Atlani and anyone who is near her can see her screaming as she brutally punches the ground, causing it to shake dangerously, threatening to harm anyone close to her regardless of whether they're friend or foe.
Through incredibly taxing force of will, Aylin manages to push those thoughts back into her subconscious before any real damage is done to her fellow fighters, but she is visibly pale and sweaty, and her hands are shaking. While she was still trapped with her past demons, the battle shifted, and now there are hundreds upon hundreds of millipedes swarming the place: a perfect distraction...
"Is this the best you've got?! Well your little mindtrick couldn't break me!" she screams at the creatures of Elsewhere, who she believes are responsible for the static wave "And I don't care how big those things are, a bug is a bug, and regardless of size it can still be squished!"
She rushes straight towards the insects, deliberately avoiding looking at those who witnessed her tantrum. As she advances, she raises chunks of earth into giant boulders, then makes them rain on her opponents.

Chromatic Distortion
Sorcery
Creatures your opponents control get -1/-1 for each of their colors until end of turn.
"Not so flashy now, are you?"

This should kill the revelation while weakening the tokens.

As the mess of creatures explode into existence, Leira's processing magic mentally assigns them a color so they can be more easily identified.  To anyone that's not actively fighting something, she sends a brief view of their locations with the colored flag so they know where the minimillipedes are.  She does that every so often, to anyone that doesn't seem to know what's going on.  The first priority in a large engagement is to make sure you are organized.

The second is to actually help the engagement.  And with such a large amount of creatures, someone needed to be on cleanup.  Someone needed to deal with the source.  An explosive went through once, and that seemed to work.  The distance was so far up that no matter how big the explosion was, it wouldn't be to difficult to absorb the remnants of the blast this far down.  Can a tenebrite rifle make that shot?  It probably could, but Leira's sharpshooter friend had switched over to regular ammo to make sure that Leira stayed protected.  She wasn't especially mobile while controlling such a large air force.  Instead, that sounded like something she could do, albeit with difficulty.  She couldn't touch any of the shells with proper aether, or they would detonate.  Elemental energy, like that used by any number of Entelan spells, was entirely safe... but this meant any potential carriers could not afford to get hit, as the dispersion into aether would instantly detonate the shells. 

A flock of birds collected themselves into existence around Leira.  She sent a message to the sniper, requesting access to their package of tenebrite shells.  And each bird picked up one, leaving five birds to run interference, and one to run into the rift before the rest of them arrived, in case something was about to go wrong.  The birds rushed up, then scattered, before starting to make their way to the rift.

Five birds each carrying a payload, far enough apart that a single detonation wouldn't trigger the other ones.  Five birds trying to protect them, running interference or serving as distractions.  One bird heading straight for the rift, to act as an information source.  Around 30 to 50 dragonflies providing vision of the battlefield.  And one Leira relying on magic to control everything, burning through more and more of her aether to keep control of these things.


Hundreds Upon Hundreds front cast is probably 6/4 worth of creatures, maybe 9/6 worth of creatures for 4 mana?  Which sounds like a lot when paired with a cantrip that draws a 6/4 with the same text.  Might be fine at rare -- rares can be kinda silly -- but at uncommon you're definitely going to have to deal with someone casting two of these back to back and generating a very lethal board state.  6/10

Bombing Flight 
Creature - Elemental Bird 
Flying
When Bombing Flight deals combat damage to a player, you may sacrifice it.  If you do, it deals 4 damage to that player and 4 damage to up to one target creature they control.
4/3

Vidus can now conjure from Masters 25

Vidus can now create cards with mana value 4.

As the many legged beasts fall from the sky, something deep within Vidus whispers to him, telling him to run, to leave this problem to someone else. After all, he had been trying to get away from getting in fights like this. He considers this for a second, before shaking off the feeling. There are people that need help. What would Garel think of him abandoning people just like that? At that moment, Liera's telepathy finally reaches Vidus. 

My name is Leira. I'm in control of the glowing dragonflies. For anyone that's disoriented by the chaos, I'm going to try to provide you with better vision of the battlefield.

Vidus, finding new invigoration, reaches for the fading telepathic connection, managing to hold on to it just before it closes. Using a spell Garel had taught him years ago, Vidus reverses the connection and sends a message back towards Liera. Hello, my name is Vidus. Tell everyone that we need to close that rift, or more of these ugly beasts are gonna keep falling out of it. I'm gonna be heading to it to provide cover for anyone who can get it shut. He closes the connection and turns to the undead soldiers fighting away the beasts. "Come on! Clear a path! We're headed right into the heart of the storm... so to speak." The soldiers acknowledge Vidus's command and begin to change formation, carving a path directly into the center of the of the horde. Vidus follows in the center of the formation, using his magic to stop any of the millipedes from taking the undead, forcing the insectile beasts to decay, their carapaces cracking and flaking apart, their soft bits drying away, their bodies curling up and becoming dust. 

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Hundreds Upon Hundreds: Very cool. Love that it works with the previous CEWs. 10/10

Vidus conjures Plague Wind to destroy the Insects that Hundreds Upon Hundreds creates.

Ashetaran Phalanx 
Creature - Zombie Soldier 
When ~ etb, up to one target creature gets -2/-2. Whenever another creature dies this turn, put a +1/+1 counter on ~.
2/2

cajun
100 100 100 100 100: this card makes tokens based on things, which feels kinda "win more" but is cool at a base case too, if not bad at base case but it's probably a horror deck so it's aight 9/10.

The red mist doesn't break his concentration - but the thoughts make their way into his mind.  Overwhelming desires to end everything, to give in, and to survive compete with each other in equal measure, all lying in wait for his conscious mind to suffer from when he returns to the world around him.  Unfortunately, this is sooner than expected, as after the pause, the sounds and events shake him out of his stupor, causing him to fall flat on his ass, swearing and spitting.  The lines remain where they are on the field, blue and brighter than they once were, as he stands himself up.

Soon he's face to abdomen with a gigantic millipede.  He quickly takes out his revolver and takes a shot at the thing's head, the round entering it's head and exploding in a blaze of fiery powder and flames - kill the head, the rest falls apart. The giant thing slams into the ground, lifeless, headless. 5 explosive shots left. He grimaces, rubbing the blood from his face with his coat sleeve, looking up to the impossibly large creature above him, spawning the monstrosities.  He shakes his head, gripping it with his free hand, grunting from the pain and exertion of the overwhelming thoughts, doing his best to push them back, feeling a hand on his shoulder from behind.  

"Detective?"

"I'm fine!" he barks, shrugging her hand off of him. "I'm... fine.  Fine." he says panting heavily, the numerous effects on his mind taking their toll, attempting to break through the barrier of fog, booze, magic and nicotine that shielded it from anything - even the positive force of the radar for the millipedes, even from any telepathy that might try and communicate with him, and barely from the red mist that would have forced him to revert to his base instincts.  Fighting in the dark, as always.  "J-just, let me get back to what I was do... d-doing." he says, kneeling again, wobbly as he tries to regain his focus.  Between the lines, symbols and runes start to appear at the feet of everyone in the width of the circle - which was most, if not all, combatants. 

As Rolt mumbles his incantation, he falls on his rear again, swearing loudly, and the runic lines under everyone start to fade.  

Face it "detective".  You're not cut out for this.
Give in to the monsters.  Be their dinner.
You let me die, didn't you? It's your turn now.
No riddle to solve - other than how you could possibly get out of this one.

"Shut your traps!  Get out of my head!  Out! Out out OUT!" he screams, gripping his head with both hands.  He screws his eyes shut, the voices nagging at him, tormenting him.  A piercing shriek is heard from under the rift, and flames erupt in a pillar around him, swirling and shimmering, seeking out the mother of the creatures.

Mind Crack
Sorcery
~ deals damage to each player equal to the number of cards in that player's hand. Then, if that player was dealt 5 or more damage this way, exile that player's graveyard.

(exactly Burn Away exists so this has """precedent""")

good gods I'm edgy as hell.  I love it.  Also I have no idea how to word that but you get it, and that's good enough for me.

Argel took a sigh and tried to wipe the remains off his sword as the battlefield seemed to lighten up a bit. He finally started to come to terms with the danger of what he had just done but it still weighed on him. Any fault, any slip up, and he would no longer be checking the board in town. No longer be helping the helpless villagers in various locales. No longer be slaying rats for drink coin. No longer laughing in the tavern alongside the tallest of tales. That was really something to consider. The people here seem to be capable. Should I just leave it in their hands? Surely they don't need me, right? If I just--

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP
TEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAR

The rift widens to ever larger proportions, releasing yet more horrors upon this plane. It was seemingly like the first monster he fought in town, if only many, many more legs and much, much larger. As he considered these distinctions and if they mattered for the fear that was beginning to take hold, it fell and consumer an entire house. The legs grab being after being unfortunate enough to approach. With a shake, holes open and hundreds more of the horrors are released. Smaller and yet so much more real. You no longer had to approach. The hunger began to seek fresh prey. 

Alger could really use another hit of that better-than-alcohol mind juice right about now. He closed his eyes and focused. Pushing out the noises of the skittering and fighting, he took a deep breath. Plunging his sword in the ground, he opened his eyes as a wave of magic pushed outward. A sphere of energy surrounded him, lightning running along the surface occasionally. One of the millipedes was coming straight for him, so he pulsed more energy into the blade and the barrier slammed forward against the creature, sending volts through it. He pushed the barrier as far as it could go, and it caught several more of the creatures as it raced out to a ~15ft sphere. If any other creatures came into contact with it, the static running along it would burst outwards onto the creature in an effort to temporarily stop the creature, buying time for people with real answers. If too many of the creatures came at him at the same time, however... There's no way he could hold this against that much force.

Static Shieldmage 
Creature - Dragon Wizard 
Level up
[Level 1+] , : Tap target creature.
[Level 2+] , : Tap up to two target creatures. Prevent all combat damage they would deal this turn.
1/2

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Hundreds upon Hundreds: 7.5/10. Its been fairly clear, I hope, that these belong in a format where uncommon is just a bit more pushed than expected. Even then, this might be a bit too far. Perhaps if it only made the multiples on coalesce cast? A bit sad to have blueless horror tribal, even if its just revelation tribal.

While she was still trapped with her past demons, the battle shifted, and now there are hundreds upon hundreds of millipedes swarming the place: a perfect distraction...

This is the one who built the grave. A potential complication, or an opportunity for as long as she is here.

"Shut your traps! Get out of my head! Out! Out out OUT!" he screams, gripping his head with both hands. He screws his eyes shut, the voices nagging at him, tormenting him.

When the jaws of the progenitor seek to close on The Knight's stray steed, the latter shatters into shards of refracting light, which fade into memories. Syr Lothaire remains on foot, though not so much on the ground, as they cross the battle in leaps and bounds. They dispatch each of the millipede brethren with swift and brutal attacks, aiming to first drive the many dancing weapons through their heads, then tear the blades through the length of each foe. The Knight does not wait for the burning wounds of any husk to render it ash, instead leaping to slay the next monster.

Though Lothaire is steadily making their way to the less impressive combatants, among them Argel and Atlani, they note that much has been done to repel the immediate threat of the progeny, and the more distant threat of the rift itself, yet almost nothing is being done for the monstrous progenitor. Then Rolt shrieks, unleashing a pillar of flame, and the narrative falls into place. Momentarily, Aylin and Rolt find themselves in a battlefield lit by brilliant beams of sunlight breaking through the clouded heavens, and in the pillar of flames manifest the beings of memories past.

First, dragged along by the rush of flames, is the beloved mere mortal mentor, disintegrating in the grasp, leaving behind an impulsive harbinger of ash. Then, lightning courses through the clouds of smoke, and from them emerges an ancient evil, a once noble woman, now only an undying memory with sparks trailing from her eyes. Lastly, from the smoke itself, the dark manifestation of a demon, feeding on the turmoil of Aylin and Rolt both. Together the three phantoms spawned of flame blaze across the great monster consuming the horizon, and seek to consume it themselves. Though the vision of a brighter world quickly fades away for Aylin and Rolt, the manifestations remain for all to see.

Dreams of Wild Freedom
Enchantment
Flash
Prevent all noncombat damage that would be dealt to creatures you control. Whenever damage is prevented this way, Dreams of Wild Freedom deals that much damage to target opponent.
Or better yet, never forget me at all.

Across the field, the assembled fighters tear through the millipedes. Rocks and fireballs and lightning rain from the sky, providing additional danger for those further infield. An undeterred scientist tears across the battle, devouring the delicious bugs. A new warrior joined the fight, melting in and out of shadows to stay out of harm’s way. The undead army began to clear the illuminated paths towards the rift.

Zero tries to make sense of the map projected to her by Leira. Many combatants were either dispatching the creatures with ease or had others backing them up, but a dragonman nearby was not doing as easily. She races to Argel, her blade lashing out to carve gashes into millipedes as she does. She jumps on a creature approaching Argel, the bug’s armor and legs crumpling under her considerable weight. Zero remains around the electric perimeter, ensuring he does not get overswarmed.

Leira’s aether bird breaks across the rift into Elsewhere. The pitch black of the rift is nearly all consuming around the bird, save for the few light sources; a glittering red copy of the very rift it had arrived from, swarmed with dozens of smaller aberrations each giving off a light glow, but being held back by a ring of golden chains rising from the ground level. The creatures of Elsewhere are piling atop each other, each trying to climb over the others to reach the still open portion of the rift. Back on the Arena, the massive millipede can offer no resistance as the bomb squad makes its move for the rift.

The tenebrite detonates. The purple explosion breaches back across the rift, making short work of the millipedes caught in the blast and taking a large chunk of the street-sized mother. In Elsewhere, creatures of all shapes and sizes are obliterated back into aether and again back into nothingness in the chain reaction. In the explosion’s wake, the rift has broken up, with strands of the sky peeking back through. It still towers into the sky, but it is beginning to break.

Karina stumbles her way to Entelan among the explosions. “Miss Leira!” she yells, “We need to get anyone who can close the rift over there! If we have enough people all at once, we can close it!” She scans over Leira, noting the sheer aether drain she is performing. “Oh, I have one of these,” she says. A ghostly outline of an aether canister appears in her hand, then color ripples across it as the real thing is pulled across the planes. “It’s for emergencies, but this super counts right now.”


Soon after the fox makes her call for aid cry, a pole weapon comes flying from the battlefield, skewering one of the airborne millipedes. A cord in the pole retracts, dragging the spike-laden Experiment[3] into the fray, shredding more of the bugs on the way. The robot has no particular skill proves useless at bringing the fox down, but ensures her safety from the millipedes.

The undead army descends upon the quiet rift, preparing to let the casters heralds close the rift safely. It should seem a cause for celebration, that the fight is almost at its end, but something weighs heavily upon the minds of the fighters. Was all this danger worth it?

The growing mental toil is too much for the detective, who loses his cool head and his temper. A pillar of flames erupts to finally kill try to disturb the lumbering mother millipede. The grandstanding fool noble Knight takes advantage of it all. From the detective's outburst, the scars and stories of the tormented blaze across the mother. The three great villains of the knight's creation feast upon the dissolving millipede, much like the twisted scientist upon her progeny children, uncaring of their cries.

From the horrible flames, a golden light takes shape. A sword as bright as the sun takes a swipe for the demon’s form. On brilliant wings, the angel flies unscathed from the traumatic story and towards the rift, landing ahead of the undead ring…


…and crumbles away to dust as a mosaic of skulls breaks through the rift two hundred feet in the sky. The undead army obediently stands down as the colossus decorated in bones of countless creatures known and unknown forces its way around easily steps over Michi and Leira’s attempts to close off the rift. The crumbled angel picks itself back up, still looking like a pile of dust, but now reformed into one lumbering form.

The hunched amalgam of bones drops to all fours. One hand crushes into the undead army, scrambling the pieces of the zombies and letting them too reform, the pieces of each pulling themeselves into three more general titans; One building itself from the bones of the fallen, one of the flesh and earth remaining, and one of whatever spell still tried to hold them together. None stood the terrible awe-inspiring height of the colossus, but each still greater than any one combatant.

The second hand sweeps for the gravekeeper, attempting to grab him up in a hand taller than himself formed entirely of assorted bones.

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Conjure - Luminate Primordial, Diluvian Primordial, Sepulchral Primordial, and Sylvan Primordial (complete set) are being reanimated. Pick your poison! As before Hoarded Supplies Will Not Save You and Angels Never Falter Will Not Save You are just for flavor, even in their corrupted improved state.



korakhos Chromatic Distortion - this is a wrath that's tricksy to evaluate. generally gonna look like a downside Suffocating Fumes but real nasty in 2c environments. i guess that means its fine since its more hate piece? 8/10
TheCatsEighthLife Famished Feast - its like if massacre wurm was just a worm. wonder how easy it is to make this a life gain in a Bx control, can make a risky but super stabilizing wrath when it works. 9/10
WindyDelcarlo Bombing Flight - a very nasty bird. looking at canon Glorybringer looks to be about the closest (approximating a lot; the boom is gonna look a lot like haste when haste doesn't ohko). i this is hitting for too much at face? 7/10
Fleur A Quicker Fix - love love all the flavor on this. 10/10
fungustober Ashetaran Phalanx - nice rav chupa sidegrade 9/10
froggy Scathesong Slasher - looks good 9/10
gurfafflekins Mind Crack - nice card, think its gonna struggle to get that grave exile tho, that can probably be a lower hoop, esp since the burn hits you too 7/10
pacifistwestwoman Chainshock - the X=1 mode of this is under rate, expected from an X spell, but X=2 we have Furious Reprisal and x=3 we have Shower of Coals, which are both sorceries. jus scales too good. 6/10
dragonspit999 Static Shieldmage - the combat math on this gets really melty at instant speed, ig uncommon can get away with that some? but seems a card that makes board states a real mess. 7/10
mrlozano Fureball - good clean pyroclasm sidegrade 9/10
test Dreams of Wild Freedom - oh wild. i do think this wants some kinda limit on it cause this can really easily just 10 someone in the face off a pyroclasm (even your own) which seems extreme 6/10
patches47 To My Aid! - this is gonna take ages to resolve. should either hit one player or reveal like the top N cards of each library instead. 6/10

Death Will Not Save You: 8/10. brain knows logically that this should be allowed to cost 4, but it just also doesn't sit right with all the examples that cost 6 or 7.

How many of these things are there? Atlani gazed upon the breaking rift, the sky shining behind it, and the titans constructing themselves in front of it. Is all this danger worth it? No. There is not time to think such things. I haven't the strength to fell them all, but I am not alone. If I cannot organize the death of these creatures, how can I hope to organize the liberation of Tarkir? She picks herself up, and looks to see who is present among the fighters, and which of them are nearest to her. The cats, Leira, the knight, two robots, a geomancer, the fox, Anne's all the way over there, where'd that thing run off to? I swear I saw Aelewin around here somewhere. We'll have to make this work.

She calls out to those near enough to hear her. "I may be no master tactician, but we should at the very least coordinate our efforts. I count myself among those who cannot close the rift, and thus among those defending those who can. Any who wish should attempt a flank on the one made of bodies!" She remounts Nai and rides off as she finishes her callout, beginning a series of chants that light her blade and shield in immaculate white light. A beacon, for better or worse.

Atlani, Inspiring Paragon 
Legendary Creature - Human Warrior 
Vigilance, Lifelink
Other creatures you control get +1/+1.
Cards in graveyards cannot be the target of spells or abilities.
"There will be no second chances. We will win today, or die forever."
4/5

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Helping against Diluvian, Sepulchral, and DWNSY