<BB> Location: The Abandoned Shops

Michi receives the telephatic message, and goes to group with the rest of combatants, only to be stopped when the earthly colossus crosses his way. The oppresive atmosphere is taking a toll on the small cat. "I don't think we can do it... Brohter, I'm afraid!", he wispers. On the other hand, Doer doesn't cower, as fear and his own well-being are not matters the cat considers when faced with a titanic opponent, ripe for the slaying. "Brother, I know you can do this. After all, we are the... uh... Doer and Michi? Meow, I had this same problem three meownsters ago!" He puts his right paw on his brother's shoulder, and pulls a can of tuna seemingly out of nowhere. "I was saving this for dinner, but you can eat it all. Wait!" He casts the Weapon to his free paw. "Only after we finish with these meowstards!" "Alright, brother, let's do it!" Michi is all cheered up now, but the cats' conversation has fully drawn the attention of the monster. As it sweeps with an arm towards them. Doer parries, the Weapon in the shape of a greatsword. He nods to Michi, ad the small cat leaves him, ready to unite with the other mages.

Doer slashes at the monster, full of rage and filled with a thirst for violence. He feels the aura of despair on the air, and, while he is doing his best to ignore it, he doesn't like anyone, be it man or eldritch abomination, messing with his little brother. "Only I can meowke Michi feel sad! And it's always with harmless pranks!! And I give him tuna afterwards!!!" Doer keeps attacking the creature, without leaving it a chance to counter attack. The Weapon is almost burning, the remnants of the fireball interacting with it. "So, no one..." The weapon turns into an axe. "No one meowsses with meow brother!" Doer cleaves throught the monster, the Weapon burning as it cuts it from head to legs.

Doer, Unbridled Fury 
Legendary Creature - Cat Berserker 
Permanents attached to Doer have indestructible.
Whenever Doer deals combat damage to a player, if they control more lands than you, create a Treasure token. If they have more cards in hand than you, draw a card. If they have more life than you, you gain 4 life.
4/4



Death Will Not Save You: I always evaluate this 4 color cards as being cmc 5, as in a good percentage of games you won't have perfect mana on turn 4, so a 5 mana reanimate with upside at uncommon is pretty nice. And the name is freaking metal. 9/10 

The horizon becomes fuzzy, not with fog or magic, but with bodies. Hundreds, maybe thousands of them swarming across the battlefield. And toward her. They're fast and she barely has time to react before one of the giant millipedes slams its body against her rover, legs extended and mouth biting at whatever is nearest.

She pulls her gun out and shoots it right in the millipede's mouth. There's a satisfying crunch as the bullet exits the carapace and the thing falls off her rover.

But that's only one of them, more are coming and she's stuck in a glorified cage. It hurts to abandon the rover, besides her gun, it's the only thing she really owns, but it's holding her back and she can't afford to be sentimental.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, giving herself that before she crawls out of the impromptu cockpit and then slams her foot against the rover, putting the contraption of metal between her and another millipede.

She shoots the next one that comes at her but it doesn't take a genius to realize how unsustainable this plan is. Especially as two millipedes come at her at once. This time she doesn't quite hit its mouth, so it takes two bullets to take it down, which gives the second enough time to tackle her and start biting. This one takes a lot more effort to wrestle off her, and she's exhausted and chewed up when she finally puts it down. And there are more on the way. Always more. That's war, it doesn't end.

That's war, it doesn't end.

Until you make it end.

She sees a few people trying to do that, a bomb squad going for the colossal millipede but it's not enough, it's never enough.

When the next colossus comes… it's almost funny. Of course that wasn't the end. It always gets worse. She considers letting the millipedes, the skeletons, the whatever terrifying horror is coming next just take her. She laughs again as she empties her clip into the approaching flood of flesh and bone and gets ready to say goodbye. The tactical map on the ground twinkles like stars.

And then a wind buffets her face and ears and she looks up to see…

Jay Volkan?

She blinks, for one absurd moment thinking that he's come to yell at her about missing a deadline. And then she remembers where she is. The stakes. And he's tossing a gun. She grabs it out of the air, holsters her own pistol and shoots a millipede that might have been about to devour her. Whatever ammo is in this gun explodes on contact and a little thrill runs through her. I have to study that...

She shakes her head. Focus, Iri.

That one. The noxious skeletal horror making its way toward them. What is the plan for that one?

A telepathic voice rings through her head, a plan that doesn't involve her. She's not included in everyone who can close the rift, she doesn't have great powers, was never blessed by any gods, she's just a scientist.

She wracks her brain.

A thousand ideas that won't work fly through her head. If we could just flank them.. what about melding them together into only a single monstrosity? Collapsing buildings on top of them seems to be more or less effective. Teleport them into the blind eternities. Teleport a bomb into them. Has anyone tried to talk to them? Maybe they're intelligent enough to set terms of surrender.

She shoots another millipede.

The gun.

She unloads the clip of the new pistol and pushes a tiny amount of mana into one of the shells. She yelps as it sparks, then a grin curls across her face.

"Okay, I do have a plan. We need to get these- or a material that has a similar level of instability when exposed to pure mana - in a ring around the skeleton. And one in it. It doesn't matter where but it needs to sink into the creature's flesh. Or uh, bones. Then we can use its own magical aura against it."

She closes her eyes, laying out the steps in the much less busy map of her own mind. The plan will work. It has to work.

She cracks one eye open, afraid that two would be too much commitment.

"Jay?" Be careful. "Knock 'em dead."

Shoestring Theory 
Enchantment
You may look at the top of your library at any time.
You may cast the top card of your library if it's an instant or sorcery.
: Shuffle your library.
[This is an assist for Jay]
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Outlaw's Counterpoint - This really does feel like a gun, I love the flavor. It doesn't feel super black though? I know it's in pie but between the targeted damage and the focus on i/s it feels like it should be at least a little red. 9/10

Death will not save you - 9/10

"Hello there! Thank you so much for the save. It was quite the predicament I was in." Yakana nods her head as she slowly rotates amidst a sea of millipede carcasses. After taking a moment to catch her lack of breath she started to feel the presence of something strange, a good moment before it even arrived. The selfish monster's Yakana's thought began to muddle as she thought about her inevidable demise her next plan of action. Once again she nearly misses the emergence of another being from beyond the portal. When it arrives she feels that dark presence around her all the more. Yakana grits her teeth and raises a hand. She snaps her fingers and a small spark of red energy flicks from her fingertips and washes down her meatless husk body. She breathes a deep sigh of relief as she looks up and narrows her eyes at the skeletal monstrosity. She had found relief from it's depressive aura.


Turning and flying up through the air like a rocket, Yakana positions herself above one of the beast. She holds both her arms outstretches to either side, palms up, and in a sphere above her, air starts rushing to the spot. A purplish energy gathers at it's center and begins to harden under gravitational force. When the sphere becomes large enough to touch each of her palms, she sneers down at the aberration. Circling around her ball of force she places herself behind it and puts her feet against it. With a grunt she pushes against the sphere and it seems to fall out of it's space in the sky, and down it goes, hurdling towards the creature from elsewhere. If it were to come in contact with the sphere, pieces of it, or part of it's whole would begin to fill the space of the sphere, forcibly sucked in until the sphere is pushed off or an amount of mass to fill the sphere is filled. In either event, the sphere would then disappear, and Yakana would look tired from both her wounds and the extending of her magical abilities.

All In One Dark Singularity

Scheme

When you set this scheme in motion, All in One Dark Singularity deals 10 damage to up to three target creatures. If a creature dealt damage this way would die this turn, exile it insteaad. If a creature dies this way,create an */* Horror creature token with power and toughness equal to the combined power and toughness of each creature that died this way.

Iritola holds the crystal in her hand. Cloudy lines run through the middle, wisps of fog trapped between the facets. But while that would make a gemstone less valuable, impure, it means something different for a mana crystal. It means it's unstable.

And unstable means it is useful can be abused.

Iritola's Color Identity Level has increased.

She looks up to watch Jay run off and imagines him as another part in this jury rigged machine death sentence. He's creating the circuit, all she has to do is feed energy into it.

Which is easier said than done. She's exhausted, her hand aches, her leg aches, her entire body tingles with the effects of storing and then burning through such a large reserve of mana so now she's more than spent, she's bone dry and cracked. But the war is still raging and she has to do something.

She kneels down and she's not convinced that she'll be able to get back up and sketches a sigil into the ground. If she's right about these horrors being composed of mana, there should be plenty in the air to funnel. She reloads the gun and waits for something to attack her.

She doesn't have to wait long.

Even as another millipede dies, she's working, shoring up the symbols to pull as much mana into the impromptu sigil as possible. This would be far more efficient in a lab, but as they say, necessity is the mother of sloppy procedure.

She holds the unstable crystal down onto the mana-full sigil and allows herself to become a conduit. The mana burns as she channels it, but it behaves and concentrates and with a final effort, she slams the collected energy into the crystal, destabilizing the mana core and with one more nudge…

The explosion makes her ears ring and her vision white out for a moment, but the cable does what it's meant and conducts enough to carry it along the cable, exploding again at each catalyst wound into the wire until it finally gets to the crystal inserted into the towering skeleton.

She watches with a mix of dread, horror and completely misplaced glee as the final catalyst explodes and barrages the creature with mana. If her theory's correct, the the explosion will be enough to destabilize the creature itself and the resulting explosion will get rid of it and probably a few of the creatures it brought with it.

// If Death Will Not Save You explodes, you can choose whether or not to get caught in the resulting blast. Along with general explosion damage, this concentration of unstable mana has the potential to effect any mana user hit by it. Ultimately you are in control of your character, so if you choose to be hit, you can determine the effects, but destabilized mana is volatile and is likely to make spells or the process of casting perform in unexpected ways.

Tomorrow's War 
Instant
Until end of turn, if a nontoken creature would enter the battlefield and wasn't cast from a player's hand, it enters the battlefield under your control.
One battle doesn't win a war. Preparation does.

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Death Will Not Save You: I love the swinginess of this card. I think the color identity works really well here too. I think it could cost one more on the sorcery side though. 8/10

The flames incinerate the sky, warping the air with their heat, as the shriek stops suddenly.  The detective grits his teeth, the flames slowly swirling down, dissipating into the sky, the air around him settling.  "Get a grip, Rolt, get a grip!  Come on... come on..!" he says, gritting his teeth.  He takes out a dull and old looking flask, and manages to put it to his lips.  He chugs it down, the intense alcohol burning his throat, but it was sweeter than candy as his mind was dampened once more.  "Ahh, Precious Hell liquor.  Ol' reliable." he says through gritted teeth, coughing.  

He finally looks around and notices others are on their way to join the party, attempting to seal the rift in the sky.  "'Bout damned time!" he mutters, not getting any messages sent to his mind.  A small charm to speed up the intoxication process and one fit for his mind put him right again. 

"Rolt, wha' in the name o' the seas jus'--"

"Not right now, dame.  Bigger fish to fry." he says to the pirate lady, earning a scowl from her as she vanishes once more.  Rolt takes a deep breath and kneels down once more, still shaking from his earlier outburst.  The blue lights around the field are reinvigorated, and various symbols and runes form around the detective and anyone else attempting to unsummon the beasts and seal the rift.  In addition to his own attempt to shut it off, many of the combatants would feel... safer.  Like something protected them - not from everything, not immune, and not for long, but enough to keep them alive if they took advantage.

Witness Protection
Enchantment
At the beginning of your upkeep, you may pay . If you don't, sacrifice ~.
You and creatures you control have hexproof.
"This will keep you safe for a while. But they'll find you eventually.  You have to keep moving, never staying still."

(I don't know if we're keeping track of board states but just for sake of ease I won't pay the upkeep cost LUL, also boy am I glad I'm using the guest system until the event wraps up (still mostly following Rolt's old sheet) cause I have no idea how to balance this or if I overtuned it or what, cause Asceticism+Orbs of Warding stapled together feels like too much but I dunno, I never was good at this.)

DWNSY: A big thing from any yard feels good but then reanimator decks are already good so pretty nifty.  Feels like a good way to reanimate if you're going four color, or even just splashin'.  9/10.

I haven't the strength to fell them all, but I am not alone.

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.

There will be no second chances. We will win today, or die forever.

Argel called out to the one-armed savior.

And then the bomb went off. The explosion does all kinds of things, but most importantly, it shatters the rift. Things are starting to look up. They could actually do this!

As the mana flows into him, he can feel the surge in power.

Piled in bones and the ashes of angels who valiantly fought but were no longer.



Legendary Creature — Angel
Flying, haste
When Our Angelic Savior enters the battlefield, exile all cards from all graveyards.
Whenever Our Angelic Savior attacks, you may cast an instant or sorcery card exiled with it until end of turn.
4/4

Attaching the weapons to this one now so that it can outpace or block the Diluvian, in addition to depriving whatever grave sources it has left in case of being recurred. Also grave hates DWNSY's current options.

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Death Will Not Save You — Answer Midnight's Call is the main point of comparison here, down to the P/T. I think that ultimately, this is notably weaker than it (as far as cheating-style decks go), though the ability to put from graveyard and not have an exile clause makes it place nicer with Coalesce centric decks, at least thematically. I'm not sure how I feel about red's exclusion here, seeing as it's gotten more notable arbitrary cheat effects in the past compared to white, but then again, white has also gotten reanimation. In the end, I'll call this an 8/10

The man in the impossible shoes sped across the battlefield, blasting his way through millipedes and coerced undead, trailing behind his steel wire and threading it through the titans to set the runecarver’s plan into action. Hiding on the sidelines, the abomination of flesh crafts a plan of its own. I take notice.

The geomancer constructs a prison of mirrors around the bone construct, intensifying the light it gives off. Most interesting. It gives the polished surface an experimental touch, then an exploratory punch.

The detective redoubles his efforts, and my presence begins to be pushes aside. A shame. His beacon lights up brighter for reinforcements. And reinforcements it finds. The woman atop the leopard rides in to defend those who would close the rift. The cat brothers and shadow walker follow after her, before bringing their arms to the earthen titan. It fights valiantly, but the brutality of the cat and intangibility of the elf make it difficult to land any meaningful blows.

The dragon and the intriguing student take the opening to the rift. The ashen titan follows after them. It is overeager. It grabs the student entirely. It would be a shame to lose her, but a larger shame to lose the rift. But through the smothering, she persists. The student unleashes another of her own creatures upon the titan, eating it from the inside out. The more monstrous of the two robots assists, pulling the hybridizing creature off of the student. But, curiously, letting it live. As the two begin their sealing spells, the robot places one of the poles against the side of the rift and tries to close it as well.

The strange fox woman has returned to the fight, gathering a tremendous amount of energy. The dragonflies zip around her. The flying girl and glistening knight run from the area as it reaches its apogee. The orb falls upon the bone titan that is punching its way for the geomancer. The bones splinter under the force, blowing outward to fill the sphere until the creature’s spell can hold no longer and crumbles apart.

The knight of sunlight thunders ever closer to the rift as well. They were marvelous. Even with their own force brought against them, they did not seem to falter. The titan of spells was their target. Fitting. The threads of meaning draw themselves together around the knight of sunlight. An image of the one-armed angel coalesces into its visage of perfection. A stained-glass sword as hot as the sun evaporates away the diluvian creature.

What a fascinating trick.

The real one-armed angel freezes among the undead horde at the sight of the copy. She had been created to kill these creatures. Many had died to create that hope. And yet. She was seemingly the worst of the fighters here. The mere thoughts of her were proving to be a more powerful force than herself. She had brought this conflict upon the Arena, and she couldn’t even do them the kindness of cleaning up her own mess. Lightning rains from the heavens. Rays of sunlight fall upon the blackened rift… to no effect, as the one-armed angel can tell. She is not quite worthless yet.

The giant girl and her allies take to the final colossus. With the gravekeeper in hand, it struggles to put up an adequate defense. It lashes back against its fellow giant, but blow by blow it is losing ground. As her hits knock bones to the ground, they reassemble into skeletons unlike any seen in any world, and fight back against her allies below.

The gravekeeper finally awakens, and a wave of destruction explodes forth. Its hand is instantly turned to ash, and the gravekeeper falls. Another swipe. Large portions dissolve away, others tumble to the ground to rebuild themselves. A blood mage rushes to where the gravekeeper will land. She cannot break his fall, or unbreak his bones. But she may be able to stop his death from a fall of this magnitude.

And then, the runecarver’s trick is revealed. A chain reaction of mana floods through the speeding man’s wire. The ashen titan explodes. The remains of the earthen titan explode even grander. As the energy reaches the greatest of them all, the entire creature alights. The turned undead army and reassembled skeletons run, but for many, it is already too late. The creature’s spell is overloaded, and it explodes apart into wild, uncontrollable, pure mana.

And the elf and fireslinger waste no time in putting it to use. The two combine forces, crafting a tide within the sea of mana fit to shove the creatures aside while the planeswalkers fighting them feel nothing. The waves crash to the rift. Even without the rift sealed, this would make it very difficult for any reinforcements to arrive.

As one final insult, the map witch has finally stopped chasing rifts and made her way to the source. A large map floats ahead of her, and ink swirls at her fingertips…


…and drops uselessly to the ground.

A figure stands alone among the chaos. Long white hair with blooming flowers flows behind a wooden mask. A glowing helmet encloses their head. In their left hand, they hold a spear. In their right, a sword. In their left, a gun. In their right, a disk. They wear a sensible armor plate adorned with spiked pauldrons, an odd match for their flowing dress and dirty shovel. They stand, riding atop a leopard, while floating in a flying contraption.

The myriad of truths flicker on top of each other. The only part of the sight that is certain is the thin blue lines running from me towards each of them trying to stop us.

And then I am everywhere at once.


Avis’s copy target, Conjure: Rapid Replication

Leira’s copy target, Conjure: Birds of White Noise

Simul and Liactru’s copy target, Conjure: Ashetaran Phalanx


Atlani’s copy target, Conjure: Anne, Friendly Titan

Doer and Michi’s copy target, Conjure: Doer, Bladewhirler


Aelewin’s copy target, Conjure: Frostwoven Ammunition




Anne’s copy target, Conjure: Otarian Flagship AM-1 "Krom-dome"



Vidus’s copy target, Conjure: Tomorrow’s War



Yakana’s copy target, Conjure: Degenerate
Mira’s copy target, Conjure: Cage of Reflections

Argel’s copy target, Conjure: Well-Timed Assault

Jay’s copy target, Conjure: Scathesong Slasher

Iritola’s copy target, Conjure: Ravenous Reaction

Lothaire’s copy target, Conjure: Frenzied Fleshchomper
Experiment[3]’s copy target, Conjure: Whirlwind of Steel

A thunderbolt arcs from the copy’s blade into Experiment[3].

The machine clatters to the ground.

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to be 9000% clear, the stuff the other characters are doing in the second half is the CEW's copy doing that. write up whatever the CEW does past this point as you like, this is about as much as i can do without delving into actually godmodding and this is supposed to be about the end of this >.>

pacifistwestwoman Atlani, Inspiring Paragon - bit expensive for a hate piece but she's got the body to back it i spose 9/10
fungustober Temporal Blip - is strictly better discontinuity ig 7/10
korakhos Cage of Reflections - not super seeing the black in this, at least on copying etbs. effect is neat tho 9/10
WindyDelcarlo Field of Fireflies - wind drake version of Dryad Militant, sure 8/10
mrlozano Doer, Unbridled Fury - a very brutal Doer. love the trigger getting comeback effects for all three mardu colors. 10/10
foureyesisafish Anne, Friendly Titan - Anne cracks in for a whopping 7 trample on her first attack, which seems extreme. dunno how often that "ult" is gonna be worth losing the chonk walker but i guess at 4 its not that undoable 7/10
dragonspit999 Bloodline Spelleater - this one is... weird. the level 3 text is not really uncommon, and you're sinking 2UUUURRRR and your 4/4 flier to get it. and super doesn't synergize with other levelers. would rather see a different but similar effect here that fits the mechanics better 6/10
patches47 All In One Dark Singularity - this needs quite a reword as its unclear how exactly the horror tokens are supposed to be made; and technically they never are because this exiles them instead of letting them die. with the proper mechs, 'fusing' three creatures into one horror is a neat scheme tho 7/10
ThatDamnPipsqueak Mindswamp Array - this feels pretty expensive for the relatively slow and small effect you get out of it? 8/10
mordecai/nox Tomorrow's War - this one's tricky to judge, it is mostly a hate piece and theoretically a pretty narrow one so can get away with being cheap, but its a pretty brutal hate, and hates on flicker... even if you're the one casting the flicker. should prob be a higher cost 6/10
Fleur Devour Darkness - a strange but neat take on color hate. being on a creature makes sure its never really dead, which... probably fine given the level of hate here but does have the potential to be scary 9/10
gurfafflekins Witness Protection - this can def get away with being cheaper with the upkeep cost. like the effect, could easily be at like, 2-3 mana tho. 8/10
froggy Fell the Unworthy - nice 9/10
test Our Angelic Savior - a really sweet angel, never know what you're gonna get 10/10

A Fascimile of Truth: 7/10. This works at 4 mana but has no real reason to be G or W.

At the realization that she was about to be stomped on, only one thing was relevant to Atlani's mind: Out. She swung her leg over so that both were on the same side of the cat, then jumped off the cat's side as the giant's foot fell. She landed on her shoulder, and rolled onto her back to look up, just in time to raise her shield to block dragonflies that were attempting to take advantage. She quickly got up and cut through them.

We came to fight an enemy force, but now, after half the battle, we fight our own force. Are they at full strength? Surely, after all this, we could not possibly be. 

Atlani watched as the false Anne lifted her foot, revealing a thin, dispersing cloud of mana where Nai had been. Her faithful companion, there when even her sword had left her, not even granted the grace to become dust. Come now, Atlani, think calmly, tactics, tactics. You're in a very dangerous situation, nothing could've... it was... just.... you can... 

Despite her best efforts, Atlani looks up at the copy as she begins hyperventilating and tearing up as a cloud of red fog pours from shield, sword, and bow, engulfing her.

To conquer is to eat.
To rule is to bleed.
Victory.
Or.
Death.

Seven arrows of red and black smoke emerge from Atlani's cloud, moving quickly and erratically, though certainly up towards the giant. Behind them they leave a thread of similar smoke that trails back to Atlani. Once enough of them have gathered, they fire, tearing through the false god, each at a different angle. As they pierce flesh, the fog forces its way through the body, tearing it apart from the inside. Once the false Anne is naught but dust, the smoke clears from both her personal cloud and the arrows, though a small amount lingers near her gear. She turns and fires smaller, weaker versions of the arrows towards the False Doer and False Detective.

Vengeant Finality 
Instant 
As an additional cost to cast ~, sacrifice a creature.
Exile target nonland permanent. Its controller loses life equal to its mana value.
"I tire of this fight. Die, that it may end, and we both may rest."

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Sacrificing Nai to destroy Anne.

A Facsimile of Truth: honestly I might just be dazzled by the epic proportions of everything happening right now and how you reverse Uno carded us, but this looks like a fitting end for everything, I see no fault in this, 10/10!

Aylin is panting and sweating heavily. This has been a ton of fun, but it has been going on for a while and it's becoming tiring. True to herself, however, she is unwilling to stop, and the second the primordial is trapped into its own undoing, she begins charging towards the newest enemy. That is when the explosion takes place.
The blast sends her flying away from her opponent, landing on and rolling over the ground. Dirty and bruised, she begins to stand up, spitting some blood. As soon as she's back on her feet, her ears still ringing from the blast, the ghosts of her past manifest once more. After the physical and emotional toil this battle has taken on her, all she can do is look at them, sigh, and begin to laugh. Her laughter is a disturbing sound, one that can only be uttered by someone who has lost their sanity.
"It seems all you can do is repeat yourselves, and that's boring" she says as she falls to her knees, raising her hands in order to summon a massive boulder to squash them with.
Yet when she channels her energy, instead the earth under her feet shoots upwards, lunging her skyward and having her falling prone, sustaining even more damage.
Aylin can only wonder what that was. Oblivious to the fact this is a secondary effect of the explosion, she ponders whether these creatures have messed with her powers just like Corrignos did back in Korrinayru or if Sevid is still here and trying to toy with her out of sheer pettiness.
Kirino's phantom approaches her, but she grabs one of the countless boulders that have been ripped off of the ground after everything she's done and punts it in her enemy's direction. Kirino's ghost disappears as soon as the stone strikes her, but Malextros's manifestation appears next to her in the blink of an eye. The residual memory of the demon goes immediately for the Gem of Allure, but she roundhouse kicks him in the head, sending him staggering backwards. The demon seems more adamant about tormenting her than Kirino, and it charges again. After some back and forth, she finally manages to get rid of her foe, but she has sustained some injuries from the fight, and that leaves her ripe for the taking.
As she finishes disposing of her second foe, she feels a hand grasp her throat. Feeling terror she hasn't felt in fourteen years, she begins trembling, as she is inevitably brought back to the moment of her ascension.
Tears start running down her face as her mentor's ghostly features start becoming more and more tangible, as if the mockery desired to be as detailed as possible to torture her even more.
"You..." she manages to mutter despite her current state "You broke me!"
The replica silently stares at her, whether it is actually enjoying this or she just believes it does she cannot tell, and it doesn't really matter right now. What matters is that after the incident she promised herself that she would never allow herself to be as vulnerable as she'd been that day, and she was going to keep that promise!
Her anguish turning to rage, she punches her mentor in the chest, but he refuses to let go. He can take it, after all he is a geomancer as well, and he also has superhuman strength.
"You taught me how to be the most powerful I could..." she says, and he simply nods in acknowledgment "and in doing so you taught me how to end you!"
She taps into her rage once more and begins channeling her geomancy once more. Still under the residual effects of the explosion, not all of her attempts are succesful, but she pushes through the failures and slowly but surely has her mentor release her, then she pummels him with a boulder, then another, then another, and another... A few seconds later, he's prone on the floor, and she quickly kneels by his side, pinning him to the ground.
"You know what?" she says, a deranged light shining in her eyes "I'm glad you're back. Now I get to actually kill you by my own hand and not by accident! Now I get to make you suffer!"
She starts punching his face over and over again, violently and mercilessly. If he were actually made of flesh and bone, he would be reduced a bloody pulp. Eventually he dissipates as well but it takes her a while to stop punching the ground where he just laid.
She stands up slowly, her tears drying as she does.
Is this a victory? Have I finally won? she thinks, but she knows the answer is no. This may have given her some closure, but the past cannot be changed, and nothing she did right now alters what happened to her or how she got her revenge... but she'll take whatever small victory she can manage.

Aylin's Triumph 
Sorcery
Destroy target nonland permanent an opponent controls. If you control an Aylin planeswalker, its controller sacrifices a land.
Her triumph came not from escaping her trauma, but from fighting through it to save the Arena.

But in order to get all I can out of this card, I'm gonna need to do something I haven't done in almost three years...

Aylin has spent 300 Valor to unlock planeswalkers and Tactical Imperator.

Aylin, Tectonic Rage 
Legendary Planeswalker - Aylin
Lands you control have ", : Put a loyalty counter on target Aylin planeswalker. Activate only as a sorcery."
: Create a land token named Gravel with ", Sacrifice this land: Add or ."
: You may sacrifice a permanent. If you do, Aylin deals damage equal to that permanent's converted mana cost to any target.
: Until the end of your next turn, lands you control gain ": This land deals 1 damage to any target."


She stares at the newest adversary the rifts spat out. She is too tired to be able to summon another pillar capable of closing a rift, but at least she's going to cause her opponent as much injury as possible while she still has the chance.
"I fought emmisaries of gods, a demon, artifacts that defy the very laws of the Multiverse, and whatever the hell Kirino was, I can take you on any day" she says at her enemies.
As the erratic magic fades away from her, she verifies the primordial she'd trapped is defeated, and as she does, she fuels what energy she has remaining into flinging the the mirror cage at her enemy. Boulder and shrapnel flies in the direction of the rift, and whatever it hits is bound to have a very bad time.

(I'll use the triumph to get rid of the Dreams, then Aylin to sacrifice the Cage of Reflections and deal 3 damage to the Facsimile)
(also, I refuse to acknowledge the term "mana value", CMC for life!)

A Fascimile of Truth I adore this. 10/10

Anne watches as the music-blasting mech circled her as she tried to swipe it from the air. She swipes and stabs to no avail, and any hit she does manage to connect is fleeting at best. 

Then the missiles fire. Anne looked around, inherently knowing her friends were in danger despite not knowing they hid behind her legs. Anne stepped back and readied her spear, and the others simply scampered back as well, registering to Anne only as small, unrecognizable specks. With a sudden swing, the air erupted into fire as Anne struck the missiles from the sky before the mecha, seemingly wishing to finish the job, rushed towards her.

Anne's mind raced. She could do this wasn't strong enough. She was a hero  was alone. Where were her allies 'friends' when she needed them? 

She concentrated. She didn't need their help. They needed hers. They needed her to be strong enough, fast enough, inspiring enough to lead them to victory.

Anne's eyes opened with a new sense of purpose right as the mech tried to slam into her. Anne simply responded by slicing right through it, her spear reducing the once proud machine to a rapidly dissolving piece of scrap overgrown with vines. Anne looks back at the mech as two pairs of gossamer, prismatic wings extend from her back, seemingly forming a cowl or cloak.

Anne looks out to the battlefield and starts rushing forward toward the other imposters. 

Focusing on the power within herself, Anne loses loyalty mana and Questmaster to unlock MULTICOLOR LEVEL 2 along with War of the Spark as a call for aid set.

Monarcha Anne
Legendary Planeswalker - Anne 
: Look at the top four cards of your library. You may reveal a creature or planeswalker card from among them and put it in your hand. Put the rest on the bottom of your library in any order.
: Create a 3/2 red, green, and white Insect creature token. Then if you control three or more planeswalkers, put a loyalty counter on Anne.
: You may put a permanent card from your hand with mana value less than or equal to Anne's loyalty from your hand onto the battlefield.
: Exile target nonbasic permanent. If a land is exiled this way, its controller searches their library for a basic land card, puts it on the battlefield tapped, then shuffles. 


I'm casting Monarcha for X=4 and bring out Ajani, the Greathearted using Anne's 0, and I conjure Samut, Tyrant Smasher and Nahiri, Storm of Stone. In response to the mech, I Scour from Existence it.

10/10

Yakana, at least for a moment feels satisfied with her work. She dealt a heaty and flashy blow to one of the strongest beasts to attack the shops, and many of the other combatants saw her work. Yakana grounds herself to take a breath.

"I think that'll just about do it! While everyone's here, I would love to have some of you over for tea so-" Yakana pauses. She felt something strange, uneasy, like a heavy fog on the mind. Even minutes before it's arrival, Yakana started to feel a debilitating and persistent hopelessness. She was certain of it's origin, even a moment before the creature of myriad form arrived, but what was the point of shielding one's self gainst it? what was the point of any of this? Everyone here would die, these buildings would crumble, and she would be alone again.

Yakana briskly shakes her head as a sharp pain pierces her thoughts. The intensity of the aura, at least for the moment, had sabotaged itself. this was enough time for Yakana to once again ward herself from the averse effects of the aura from elsewhere.

Before Yakana's feet could even leave the ground, a reptilian being appeared before her. They looked vaguely familiar, if not slightly off. All doubts rushed from her mind when she felt an intense pain in her chest. Scattered particles of pinkish color leaked from Yakana's chest. She was being dispelled, dissolving from outside in, peeling away her layers until nothing was left. Panicking, Yakana raises a hand, attempting to charge a bolt of gravitational energy. To no avail, her magic wanes and her gravity weakens. Yakana falls to her knees. She begins to recall something from her distant past.

It was a brisk and dim twilight, the sun red and shining through a field of grass browned by the Autumn air. Black smoke filled the sky, obscuring what just emerging stars had began to show. The thunderous roars of dragons echoed through the lands of Dominaria; it was war. Amidst the chaos, Yakana found herself, the thing called sapience. She first saw the continent, scorched and scarred. She next saw the field, now holding a smoldering crater. She then saw a tree, standing ignoble of the destruction abound. Below it still, dug under the roots in a small burrow was a fox. A white fox by itself, sheltered against the ensuing chaos. This was the first living thing Yakana would experience, before any dagon and long, long before any humanoid. This would be her, this is her. This was always her. Yakana at that moment then felt a sensation: parched grass under a paw, She looked down to see it was hers. She had found space, and now time. Overhead were the triumphant bellows of a great horned being in stride and bathed in the blood of brother and sister. Yakana hid to the burrow, welcomed by the fox that gave her form.

[/i]Yakana closes her eyes as layers of herself peeled away. She could not escape, but she could feel something, something primal at the pit of her stomach. After another moment, there was Yakana's cloak, lying on the ground, the construct thinking it's work done. Out from a sleeve poked a snout, a black nose and pink fur. A small fox with nine long bushy tails of pink fur squirmed out from the cloth.[/i]

"Thank you. I believe I had forgotten this. With that, I bid you farewell. Let your master crumble to dust just as you shall in turn. A squawking sort of laugh left the fox's muzzle, and away she bounded, carried in large, quick strides along the ground, to find a new burrow to wait out another war.

Vulpinification
Instant
Target creature becomes a 1/1 blue and red Fox with hexproof and loses all other abilities and types until end of turn.

Argel looked upon the child that now stood before him. This wasn't just another monster, at least not on the surface. This was something else, something... that made him doubt himself. In that moment of doubt, the giant spear that the child held pierced his shoulder, sending waves of pain throughout. This was still his enemy, Argel reminded himself, even if they were a kid. 

Suddenly, with the shining knight's intervention, Argel truly opened his eyes. The battle waged around him, numerous heroes here to defend the plane from the threat before them. This wasn't a fight won by any individual. Everyone needed to contribute. The threat loomed dark and dire indeed. The rift was simply the backdrop to this battle however, as the clouds crackle with lightning and the child before him is revealed to be a manifestation of evil. A body made of clouds of mana and crackling lightning now stood before him. The form it takes may change but what it represents does not. Visions of plane-wide destruction, all bathed in sparks. Sparks that now fell from his foe's eyes. 

Argel gripped his sword tighter, fighting through the pain racing through his arm. It didn't matter if this being would resist his attacks, he would make himself felt. His face steeled, his resolve hardened. Lightning struck from the sky inches behind him but he did not falter. With his other hand, he yanked the spear from his shoulder. In one swift motion, he brought his sword up into the air and cleaved at his foe. The woman drifted backwards, avoiding his blow but releasing the spear. 

As strong winds started to blow from behind him, Argel threw the giant spear in his hand to the side and leapt forward with astounding speed. The air itself began to crackle as his sword sliced through the air. Slash after slash, Argel pushed forward every time she retreated. He was not about to give her a chance to find out what she was capable of. With every advance, the lightning strikes surrounding them became more frequent. She dodged them, but for every one that came near Argel, it arced to his sword, empowering him further. Every blow she landed on him seemed to cause him no harm. Yet, with every blow, his attacks grew faster and more aggressive. 

Spell after spell, attack after attack, the combatants slowly found themselves in the center of a growing storm. The chaotic mana left over from the explosion kickstarted the minor storm into a strong tornado. Wind whistled around them at increasing speeds, preventing retreat out of the eye of the storm. The flying creatures that might find themselves caught on the edge of the storm are thrown out or plummet to the snowy ground below

With nearly every swing at her so far dodged and all others only grazed, Argel pressed on. When his foe seemed to slow down, Argel only sped up. If any onlookers could see them in the eye of the storm, he began to resemble his enemy as electric blue sparks flew from his eyes.

Finally, the turning point happened and his sword began to catch his opponent. Piece by piece, limb by limb, she was turned back into the dust from which the monsters came. Flashes of the child beneath the façade of the person-shaped storm of mana and lightning appeared to Argel, but he was too far gone to stop now. With each strike, the Argel that was there before seems to fade away, replaced by some relentless beast. 

After moments that feel like hours, Argel's swings stop. The child was no longer in front of him, but that clearly hadn't registered with whatever possessed the dragonborn's body now. Slowing to a halt, he looks to the sky as the sparks previously falling from his eyes cease. 

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The storm begins to clear up and all that can be seen is a tall bronze dragonborn lying facedown in the snow, unmoving. His sword lays on top of the snow beside him, still sparking with electrical energy. His foe is nowhere to be seen but has surely become nothing more than dust in the wind.  


Ride the Lightning 
Instant 
Target creature gains haste until end of turn and can’t be blocked this turn.

Conjuring Bogardan Hellkite (from M10) to block and burn attackers, and also making use of Order of the Final Sunset (Lothaire's card), then using Ride the Lightning to go on the offense next turn with any surviving blockers.

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A Facsimile of Truth: 9/10. Absolutely love this. The only reason its not a 10 is for the problems with giving something that isn't a creature a creature type, but it is super flavorful even given that.