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Post by korakhos on Mar 29, 2022 4:03:41 GMT
Death Will not Save you: getting two creatures cheated at uncommon can be problematic, but at that color saturation it's probably fine, 8/10. 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. The second Aylin's mentor manifests, something breaks inside her, and she goes completely catatonic, not even reacting to a millipede that shoves her to the ground and opens its maw, ready to feed on her. As the memory disappears and Kirino and Malextros seem to come back for an encore, her inner fire is reignited, and she manages to impale a stalactite into her foe's face before becoming worm food."I came here to fight monstrosities, not ghost" says Aylin, her rage fueled by the constant reminders of her past.She starts getting rid of more centipedes, and then... the colossus appears. Whether she is vulnerable defenseless from the recent trauma or this creature deity is influencing her mood, she has no way of knowing. This, however, doesn't deter her. She is strong weak, and she is more than capable has no way of taking on this behemoth. She has to show this thing who's boss should just surrender, after all, surrendering is not something she would ever do again the most enticing option.A bright light catches her eyes. Something about it is overwhelmingly alluring. Maybe she should definitely follow it. What could possibly go wrong right?She realizes the light is being emitted by a creature that was summoned from the rifts, and it definitely does not lead to a happy ending...She fights the siren call.You can 't resist this she thinks, making use of what little all the willpower she has Death will not save you. If death won't save her, she'll have to save herself.Seeing the battlefield (and its current state) she attempts something she never has before. She is incapable of handling manufactured items, she can only shape minerals in their raw state, but with luck ingenuity she manages to shape the earth beneath the broken piles of metal and pieces of scrap, particularly those with reflecting surfaces, creating a cage surrounding the luminous creature in order to blind it with its own light."Let's see how you like it" she says. Cage of Reflections    Artifact  If a creature entering the battlefield would cause an ability an opponent controls to trigger, copy that ability. You may choose new targets for the copy. Forced to look at himself for hours on end, he had no choice but to face the atrocities he had comitted.
Aylin's Triumph BR uncommon [redacted] if you control an Aylin planeswalker[redacted]Using the property the location grants in order to be able to design an artifact. Copying the ability of the Primordial and exiling it with its own ETB.
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Post by WindyDelcarlo on Mar 29, 2022 17:58:16 GMT
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.”
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 Leira does very little to move on her own -- she's operating a billion other creatures using those thoughts that would normally involve her own body. The sniper Entelan finishes unloading a round into the nearby remnants of a millipede, a shot that doesn't sound when they take it. Then, almost instantly, they're solving the problem of the aether canister, opening it just enough that the aether inside starts to slowly diffuse into the surrounding air and immediately get picked up by Leira's magic. They did something very similar with the bottle of uncertainty that came from an apparent ally. She did, however, apparently sense what Karina said and did, as Leira's telepathy reaches her and anyone else that isn't Aylin. Anyone that thinks they can help seal the rift should begin traveling to do so. There are many things on the other side trying to get out. Field of Fireflies   Creature - Elemental Insect  Flash, flying When Field of Fireflies enters the battlefield, exile all instant or sorcery cards from graveyards. If an instant or sorcery card would be put into a graveyard from anywhere, exile it instead. 2/1
Is 4 mana the cost of getting Eldrazi into play? It does require you to play 4 colors and 2-for-1 yourself, so realistically in most formats it's probably unplayable, but it still seems kinda sus? It's definitely better than most reanimation effects printed nowadays, especially given pseudo-flashback. 7/10
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Post by ThatDamnPipsqueak on Mar 29, 2022 18:53:07 GMT
Things had escalated rapidly and harshly in the time it too for Jay to join the fight. As he moved past rubble and bodies, the air was heavy with a sense of dread that he couldn't shake. He wasn't someone who got scared easily, but these weren't "easy" circumstances, and he had to fight past the animal part of his brain screaming at him to just leave at let other people handle this. And when he finally arrived at the scene of conflict, it was immediately clear that his decision to do so was wise. Massive, horrific monsters were stumbling forth at a scattered group of Arena denizens who were ready to meet them in force.
He didn't need to get involved directly in a crossfire, that wasn't his style. Jay's eyes flicked across the battlefield, trying to pick out any familiar faces, eyes widening as he found one. Iritola, the scientist who he'd hired to examine some soil samples, was surrounded by millipede monstrosities. At least this gave Jay an additional chance to get in her good graces. Jay clicked his heels, activating the magic in his shoes, and burst into motion. He became a blur as each step he took was magnified sevenfold, warping space locally around him, before finally pushing back and lifting his toes, letting the wheels on the heels of the shoes accelerate the process further.
Jay barrelled through one of the milipedes, the impact winding him briefly but leaving the bug far worse for wear as it soared across the battlefield before splattering against a wall. As the attention of the monsters turned towards him, he reached into his coat and pulled out a pistol, loaded with Aetherite shells straight from Daisite, chucking it to the scientist. "I trust that you can handle the remaining ones; what's our plan for that one?" He gestured towards the walking sepulcher lurching its way across the battlefield.
Artifact  Outlaw's Counterpoint enters the battlefield with six charge counters on it. Whenever you cast a noncreature spell, you may remove a charge counter from Outlaw's Counterpoint. When you do, Outlaw's Counterpoint does 2 damage to any target and you gain 2 life.
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Post by mrlozano on Mar 29, 2022 20:32:33 GMT
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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. 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
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foureyesisafish
7/7 Elemental

Posts: 386
Favorite Set: Ikoria: Lair of the Behemoths
Color Alignment: Blue, Red, Green
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Post by foureyesisafish on Mar 30, 2022 0:39:46 GMT
Across the battlefield, the reconstituted knight makes their charge for the ringleader, and finds they’re not the only making the attempt. A giant girl punches the wolf in the jaw, knocking it backwards a step into Lothaire’s flurry of blades. The creature melts into the fog and rushes past Anne, reforming at her back and sinking now very solid teeth into her neck. The girl throws it back into the waiting claws of Mira’s creation, which wastes no time in digging into the creature and tearing out dissolving pieces of its torso. It bursts back into fog, fleeing its fellow giants. The creation stays where it is, turning over the fading samples it has collected. The knight’s whirlwind of weapons do not give up, chasing down the cloud and shredding away wherever it reforms. The ground shakes as Anne runs in to deliver two more blows before the wolf dissipates into the fog once more. Mira’s monster finally turns away from its research to snatch at the fleeing cloud. The wolf’s tail forcefully reforms in its grasp, followed by the remainder of the creature. Hypothesis confirmed. Perform further testing. The creation gathers more samples while Anne goes to tackle her now solid foe, and the knight comes in to finish the job.
Rolt’s glowing circle lights up around the source of the rift, drawing a path and target towards the widening void. As the lines go deeper into the fog, they become difficult to see, but anyone stumbling upon them will be able to follow them wherever they lead. For now, the only one following the lines is the cat-eared apothecary Rolt had backed up earlier, arriving on the scene on her stilt-legged rover. Light fires off from her machine, carving runes into the thick insect limbs forcing aside the edges of the rift. It does not seem to mind Iritola’s markings.
The sudden appearance of a plasma missile screaming far over the pair’s heads and into the rift is a different matter. Rolt and Iritola hear shrieks from a thousand different mouths as many of the arms fall back into the rift. An opening cleared, a seven-headed rat as tall as a horse pokes its head out of the rift. Each of the heads turns to either Rolt or Iritola. Before the seven minds can decide a move, Michi’s golden ethereal chains circle the bottom several feet of the rift, then tighten, forcing the abomination back into Elsewhere. Higher up, the hundreds of legs reposition themselves, although not as highly as before.
Zero returns to the edge of the battlefield, covered in mud but in one piece. She spots the young planeswalker, doubled over and trying to recover from a dozen planeswalks in a few short minutes. Zero sprints to her side and the girl falls over at the robot’s sudden appearance. “Don’t run!” Zero yells. Karina puts a hand to her chest and weakly waves with the other while gulping down breaths. “We need to close that!” She yells above the din and points to the rift. “But I can’t do it alone! We need everyone who can to get over there! Can you get them?”
Karina looked back to the battlefield, seeing only glimpses of the other planeswalkers amid the purple fog. She didn’t know who all could help or how to get to them. But… Leira’s telepathy! She could get to them! “I’ll do what I can,” she nods.
“Good. Now I’ll do what I can.” Zero rips her sword across her rifts, the red rift snapping shut nearly as soon as it opened. She charges into the fog. A green spell races ahead of her, giving Zero a familiar protective enchantment. A few moments behind, an intense flame ripples past her harmlessly, but burns away the fog caught in the wave and setting the remaining constructed forms alight. Her charge peters out as the battlefield clears away and the final remnants of the creature of Elsewhere burn and are felled by the other planeswalkers.
For a moment, the lines drawing towards the rift are visible across the battlefield as the other combatants catch their breath.
A ghastly tearing sound echoes across the Arena. The rift grows wider. A colossal figure breaks through the rift, standing over a thousand feet tall.
Or more accurately, falling a thousand feet tall. A thousand legs land in coiling paths around the Arena as the skyscraper millipede comes crashing down. The top portion of the creature is already dissolving from Nadejda’s missile, but the creature of Elsewhere is still in motion, though very slowly. Multiple segments land on a house, which groans under the weight, but does not collapse. The legs pull up the roof of the house and punch at the walls, then rapidly shovel the timber into one of countless mouths lining the creature’s underside. In a few noisy moments, the house has been reduced to nothing. The felled millipede struggles to move much from where it has fallen, but across the battlefield, houses, zombies, stray horses, foolish heroes, anything that lets itself get caught faces the same fate.
The house devoured, holes open all across the millipede. A hundred eggs fire across the battlefield. As they land, they unfurl into smaller copies of the dissolving millipede. Unlike their mother, the children do not dissolve away when harmed. Unlike their mother, they spring into action, chasing down the live prey all around for their next meal.
babies are the size shown in the art and are ‘real’, ie they bleed and are made of meat. Momma millipede on the ground stands around 20ft/6m tall and runs about 1300ft/400m long, and isn’t moving around much Hundreds upon Hundreds 9/10
Death Will Not Save You 8/10To her the confusion, excitement, and horror of her friends and family, the still giant Anne rushed towards one of the millipedes... and, closing her eyes, brought her hand down on it. With a flash, Anne's left hand suddenly grasped a spear that impaled itself in the giant arthropod, while her right was now adorned with what seemed like ornate brass knuckles. Soon the titanic ant was carving a path through the horde......and then the skull fiend and the angel's remains came to rest. Soon Anne's mind filled with thoughts of glory and salvation death and devastation as a deep mental fog the reality of the situation hit her.And then she felt the link to her lord surge her blood begin to boil under her skin. She begins to scream, her cries likely overwhelming any other noise. The pain wasn't real doomed her to failure, she thought knew, and her awe-inspiring terrible transformation only made it worse...Anne suddenly blinked, and all of the negativity cleared from her mind, as if she broke some great filter over her mind. And then she saw this situation as it really was. She was this place's protector. It was a usurper.
She knew what to do.
With all of her magnificent might, Anne charged the rising amalgamation of bones and sinew... and delivered a bone-breaking backhand to the beast, before slicing at it with her spear aflame with golden energy, with the surrounding fighters feeling the pervasive melancholy break. Now, the behemoth stood eye-to-eye to Anne... and soon was blindsided by flurries of spells and gunshots as Anne's friends finally made it to the scene, scurrying beneath her feet. Not that she noticed, anyways. The giant ant woman cracked her knuckles before throwing another punch-spear combo. In a voice to quiet for the titan to hear, Roy smirkingly said, "Heh. She still remembers."
"Wait, look out!" Aki and Roy both dived out of the way of Anne's footfalls as she continues to brawl the titan. "Must've been what she felt like as an ant."
Anne, Friendly Titan    Legendary Planeswalker - Anne  As long as it's your turn, Anne is a Human Insect God creature with power and toughness equal to her loyalty, trample, and indestructible that's still a planeswalker. Prevent all damage that would be dealt to Anne during your turn.
: You may discard a card. If you do, draw a card.
: Create a 1/1 red and green Insect creature token.
: You get an emblem with "Creatures your team controls get +1/+1"

I'm +2ing Friendly Titan and then Primal Might-ing her for 2, killing Death Will Not Save You while keeping her alive.
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mordecai/nox
0/0 Germ
Posts: 26
Color Alignment: White, Black
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Post by mordecai/nox on Mar 30, 2022 5:55:24 GMT
Things had escalated rapidly and harshly in the time it too for Jay to join the fight. As he moved past rubble and bodies, the air was heavy with a sense of dread that he couldn't shake. He wasn't someone who got scared easily, but these weren't "easy" circumstances, and he had to fight past the animal part of his brain screaming at him to just leave at let other people handle this. And when he finally arrived at the scene of conflict, it was immediately clear that his decision to do so was wise. Massive, horrific monsters were stumbling forth at a scattered group of Arena denizens who were ready to meet them in force. He didn't need to get involved directly in a crossfire, that wasn't his style. Jay's eyes flicked across the battlefield, trying to pick out any familiar faces, eyes widening as he found one. Iritola, the scientist who he'd hired to examine some soil samples, was surrounded by millipede monstrosities. At least this gave Jay an additional chance to get in her good graces. Jay clicked his heels, activating the magic in his shoes, and burst into motion. He became a blur as each step he took was magnified sevenfold, warping space locally around him, before finally pushing back and lifting his toes, letting the wheels on the heels of the shoes accelerate the process further. Jay barrelled through one of the milipedes, the impact winding him briefly but leaving the bug far worse for wear as it soared across the battlefield before splattering against a wall. As the attention of the monsters turned towards him, he reached into his coat and pulled out a pistol, loaded with Aetherite shells straight from Daisite, chucking it to the scientist. "I trust that you can handle the remaining ones; what's our plan for that one?" He gestured towards the walking sepulcher lurching its way across the battlefield. Artifact  Outlaw's Counterpoint enters the battlefield with six charge counters on it. Whenever you cast a noncreature spell, you may remove a charge counter from Outlaw's Counterpoint. When you do, Outlaw's Counterpoint does 2 damage to any target and you gain 2 life.
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] — 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
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dragonspit999
2/2 Zombie

Posts: 108
Favorite Card: Mycosynth Lattice
Favorite Set: Conflux
Color Alignment: White, Blue, Black, Colorless
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Post by dragonspit999 on Mar 31, 2022 2:37:49 GMT
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.
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.
…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 themselves 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.
(edit: this is landing too abstract for a lot of people, the strikes are representing an aura of hopelessness, going so far that it edits the narration to a harsher version of itself. its not overpowering, but it is pervasive) Conjure - Luminate Primordial, Diluvian Primordial, Sepulchral Primordial, and Sylvan Primordial ( complete set) are being reanimated. Pick your poison! 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 Argel called out to the one-armed savior. "Thank you! I wasn't sure how long it would hold!" Seeing how well she handled them, he realized now was his opportunity to try doing something about the rift itself. He drops his shield and begins to make a move through the now cleaned up millipedes. He gets as close as he comfortably can without putting himself in more danger than before. At least with the dragonflies up above, he could see them coming if they did approach.
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!
Looking up, Argel sees another creature crawling through the rift. Just another one to bite the dust wreak havoc. The armies around it lay into it down their arms. An angel that had previously charged forth heroically fruitlessly had been turned into dust. Now that dust was standing up and looking like a problem. It finishes crawling out of the rift and stands on four legs. Its hand comes down, crushing a group of zombies. As its hand comes back up however, it only seems to have created 3 more problems to deal with titans to fight. After storing his sword on his back, Argel hold his hands before him. He closes his eyes, focusing, trying to gather as much mana as he could muster but it won't be enough. As the mana flows into him, he can feel the surge in power. This was going to be harder than any spell he's successfully cast and he should just give up. He tried to remember the exact teachings of his teacher, the one he didn't listen to much, and began to weave the mana he had stored with the rift. He was almost certain it wasn't going to be enough, the useless fool he was, but he had to try. Bloodline Spelleater   Creature - Dragon Warrior Wizard  Level up   [Level 1+] Flying [Level 3+]  , , Sacrifice ~: Return each creature with mana value X or less to their owner’s hands. Activate this ability only at sorcery speed. 4/4 Death Will Not Save You: 7/10. Not the biggest fan of Show and Tell effects typically, very rarely are they used fairly, but this one has an interesting use case with the Revelation targeting. Being able to reanimate twice is a bit scary, especially including it being a reanimation spell that isn't blanked if your graveyard gets cleared, something a Revelation focused deck should be worried about normally.
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patches47
0/0 Germ
Profile picture by Legion
Posts: 23
Favorite Card: Fact or Fiction
Favorite Set: Shadows over Innistrad
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Post by patches47 on Mar 31, 2022 3:55:46 GMT
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.
(edit: this is landing too abstract for a lot of people, the strikes are representing an aura of hopelessness, going so far that it edits the narration to a harsher version of itself. its not overpowering, but it is pervasive) 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. Aeterna from Emily was never here, only just a memory... little shorter one today cause i need a breather between how intense the previous was and the next is going to be >.>
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 SingularityScheme 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.
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Post by ThatDamnPipsqueak on Mar 31, 2022 4:13:06 GMT
"A small explosion won't be enough," Iritola said, ears twitching as she looked at the monster making its inexorable way toward them. "We need to eliminate it more completely. These creatures create copies of themselves and they disappear entirely when they're killed. They," she pauses, searching for the word. "Dissipate. Which suggests that they're not solid at all, not really. Do you have elementals where you're from?" She doesn't wait for a response before continuing. "It's like that. They're made of mana. And mana can be overloaded." She gestures to one of the mana crystals. "As long as we connect the mana crystals with a conducive wire, we can leapfrog the explosions caused by them destabilizing. Each blast gets bigger on its way to the titan until the final crystal explodes with enough force to destabilize the very mana it's made of."
And so Jay was moving again, armed with magically treated cold steel wire and, more dangerously, a plan. He skated across the battlefield, letting the shoes do most of the work as he worked on figuring out how the exact implementation would work. Right now, the majority of the primordials had peeled away from the parasite, making it difficult to line things up in a way that could take out more than one bird with the stone they had at their disposal. On the other hand, as Jay glanced around the battlefield, there were quite a few other fighters who might need to make a break for it once they set their plan in motion. He’d make sure to give a warning shout, but ultimately they were not his responsibility, not his to take care of. Jay deftly dodged past the walking corpses, the millipedes, the detritus of the battlefield, not even slowing down to fight them. He had his eyes on the prize. And yet there was something nagging, a feeling he couldn’t quite shake. What if this didn’t work? What if this was just…another chapter in a horrible invasion, and they were blowing their resources too soon. He needed to make sure they made something out of this, even if it all failed. He slowed down slightly as he got within a block of the walking grave, just enough to situate himself and maneuver. Then he slid right past its guard, one hand holding the cable and the other hand forming a tight fist, glowing with black and red energies. Jay released the force with a echoing boom, blowing a hole through the titan and sending heads and limbs scattering. It wouldn’t be enough to kill the thing, Jay didn’t have that kind of firepower, but it could slow it, and give him a window to act. He deftly threaded the cable through the hole, letting go of it the second he could. Then he knelt down, still skidding along with the Seven League Wheels, and snatched up one of the skulls. A souvenir, perhaps. Or maybe a sample that might come in handy later. Artifact  If a card would be put into an opponent's graveyard from anywhere, exile it instead. Put three cards exiled with Mindswamp Array into they're owners' graveyards: The next instant or sorcery spell you cast this turn costs  less to cast. You lose 2 life. (Attack at Death Will Not Save You and Sepulchral Primordial, building off the gift from Iritola)
Shoestring Theory: Solid design, costed well. Not doing anything really new, however. 8/10 Death Will Not Save You: I'm really into this conceptually, but have no clue why it is an uncommon? This feels mythic, or at least rare. 7/10
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mordecai/nox
0/0 Germ
Posts: 26
Color Alignment: White, Black
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Post by mordecai/nox on Mar 31, 2022 5:23:35 GMT
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.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. 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
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Post by Fleur on Mar 31, 2022 20:01:07 GMT
Argel called out to the one-armed savior. "Thank you! I wasn't sure how long it would hold!" Seeing how well she handled them, he realized now was his opportunity to try doing something about the rift itself. He drops his shield and begins to make a move through the now cleaned up millipedes. He gets as close as he comfortably can without putting himself in more danger than before. At least with the dragonflies up above, he could see them coming if they did approach.
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!
Looking up, Argel sees another creature crawling through the rift. Just another one to bite the dust wreak havoc. The armies around it lay into it down their arms. An angel that had previously charged forth heroically fruitlessly had been turned into dust. Now that dust was standing up and looking like a problem. It finishes crawling out of the rift and stands on four legs. Its hand comes down, crushing a group of zombies. As its hand comes back up however, it only seems to have created 3 more problems to deal with titans to fight. After storing his sword on his back, Argel hold his hands before him. He closes his eyes, focusing, trying to gather as much mana as he could muster but it won't be enough. As the mana flows into him, he can feel the surge in power. This was going to be harder than any spell he's successfully cast and he should just give up. He tried to remember the exact teachings of his teacher, the one he didn't listen to much, and began to weave the mana he had stored with the rift. He was almost certain it wasn't going to be enough, the useless fool he was, but he had to try. Bloodline Spelleater   Creature - Dragon Warrior Wizard  Level up   [Level 1+] Flying [Level 3+]  , , Sacrifice ~: Return each creature with mana value X or less to their owner’s hands. Activate this ability only at sorcery speed. 4/4Leira does very little to move on her own -- she's operating a billion other creatures using those thoughts that would normally involve her own body. The sniper Entelan finishes unloading a round into the nearby remnants of a millipede, a shot that doesn't sound when they take it. Then, almost instantly, they're solving the problem of the aether canister, opening it just enough that the aether inside starts to slowly diffuse into the surrounding air and immediately get picked up by Leira's magic. They did something very similar with the bottle of uncertainty that came from an apparent ally. She did, however, apparently sense what Karina said and did, as Leira's telepathy reaches her and anyone else that isn't Aylin. Anyone that thinks they can help seal the rift should begin traveling to do so. There are many things on the other side trying to get out. Field of Fireflies   Creature - Elemental Insect  Flash, flying When Field of Fireflies enters the battlefield, exile all instant or sorcery cards from graveyards. If an instant or sorcery card would be put into a graveyard from anywhere, exile it instead. 2/1
Mira has just finished brewing up bottles of liquid energy for herself and her allies satiating her perpetual dependence on external motivation when she suddenly receives a message in her head. A familiar controlling voice from Leira, echoes in her mind... Anyone that thinks they can help seal the rift should begin traveling to do so. There are many things on the other side trying to get out. "That would be me, yes," she tells herself as she begins to make her way stumble across the battlefield. Piled in bones and the ashes of angels who valiantly fought but were no longer. Steeped in the footsteps of colossi revered gods and bloody abominations, some of them half-eaten as broken as she was, Mira struggles not to trip as she makes her way across the wreck where a waste of space shop once stood, towards the yawning rift crawling bursting with mishappen limbs irrepressible forms. This was n't the worst she'd ever seen, but she'd be lying to herself if she didn't say that it was quite bad as the stench of decaying metal hope hung like a deathly fog. Eventually, she finally arrives at her destination, where she comes across an incompetent lizard half-dragon warrior trying his best to close the rift make things worse. She's about to call out to the warrior and show him how it's really done signal that she's here to help-KRRRRRRK
-a being of deathly decay steps over Mira, almost crushing her in one fell swoop and it would have crushed her were it not for her futile desire to live. It kicks her over as she's sent sprawling across the ground, scraped by bits of steel and chitin and blood strewn about like a broken village. This, now this was far worse than anything she'd ever come across with. The being turns towards her as she lies prone on the ground, raising a shadowy hand that reaches down to close in on her save her from this miserable existence. The hand begins to close in bring mercy. Pitch black darkness begins to smother her. "No," she growls under her breath. She wasn't going to die, not before she could finish what she'd started. She knew she wouldn't be able to control it in her current state or without a physical catalyst of some kind, but she knew their behavior well now. They loathed the darkness. They loathed the prison. They loathed being stuck in here. They. Would. Want. Out. Devour Darkness  Sorcery - Revelation  Target player sacrifices a black creature and loses 2 life. Coalesce  (You may cast this from your graveyard for  . If you do, put it on the battlefield as a Horror creature after it resolves. Exile it if it would leave the battlefield or fail to resolve.)
Devour Darkness can't be blocked by black creatures. 4/2And she knew exactly how they felt, because in this very moment, that was exactly how she'd felt too. At least this monster, she understood perfectly. From within the closing hand, claws, black as night emerged and tore first the colossus, then the progeny it had spawned to pieces, dying in its horrible struggle. But Mira was alive. Not well, but alive. "Hey, let me help you close that rift," she called out to the dragon warrior, pulling out a vial of bottled energy to drink to catch her breath after that near-death experience, pushing any nerves that she had to the back of her mind - for the time being, anyways. Please grade Devour Darkness (so, with the strikethroughs considered). Also, targeting Sepulchral Primordial here, though Devour Darkness can also hit Death Will Not Save You or any adds from Sepulchral, if they're black. Death Will Not Save You: 4c keeping this from being too strong, as per usual. Like this simplicity of this one. 9/10.
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Post by gurfafflekins on Mar 31, 2022 21:56:02 GMT
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.
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froggy
2/2 Zombie

suffering from critical levels of gay
Posts: 141
Favorite Card: Siege Rhino
Favorite Set: A Live Fish
Color Alignment: Blue, Red
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Post by froggy on Mar 31, 2022 23:23:02 GMT
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.
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. 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? …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.
froggy Scathesong Slasher - looks good 9/10 Aelewin grits their teeth and prepares for more combat, briefly considering the merits of escape, before dismissing the thought. Their blade, already bloodied thoroughly with the innards of the insectile foes, is raised as they dart once more into the shadows, counting themselves among those defending all who could hope to close the rift. Channeling the vast shadows cast by the titans, they melt away into inky darkness, only to reappear atop one of the colossal beings conjured forth from the rift. They plunge their blade thrice downward into its leaf-crowned head, impaling it thoroughly - and, if this proves successful, being sent tumbling downwards, only to dissapear once more and reappear beside Atlani.Death Will Not Save You: This is a lot at 4 mana, even at 4 colours. Would prefer to be higher rarity. 7/10Fell the Unworthy  Sorcery  Destroy target creature. Put a loyalty counter on up to one target planeswalker you control. Even the strongest of men do not compare to a planeswalker.Attacking specifically Sylvan Primordial
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Post by test on Apr 1, 2022 2:27:34 GMT
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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…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.
(edit: this is landing too abstract for a lot of people, the strikes are representing an aura of hopelessness, going so far that it edits the narration to a harsher version of itself. its not overpowering, but it is pervasive) 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. 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.Though it cannot affect the Knight directly, Lothaire feels compelled to curse the feebleness of the observers as they fall to the atmosphere surrounding the newest threat. Had it not been for these interlopers, the threat would have long since been repelled—there would have been a terrible battle, a price to pay, but it would have been immaterial in the face of a glorious victory. Instead, Lothaire is surrounded by such weakness that makes it almost shameful to fight alongside—but of the sorry lot, some are still weaving enough meaning from their own weakness to allow Lothaire to wield true power.
The Knight had already been approaching Atlani's formation, and with her rallying call, arrives by her side, giving a nod to Aelewin as they appear. "Hail, friends! See how the tide turns! Our cause is just, and we have great powers of our own! We shall prevail!" They lift their now singular weapon, and harness the same immaculate light... The world seems brighter now, to Atlani, Aelewin, Mira, and Argel, as the heavens shadowed by clouds are contrasted against the brilliant beams of light shining upon the battlefield; to Mira, the sense of a more ideal world feels almost familiar. Argel might feel as though Zero is still with him, sealing the rift alongside him. Then, from the heavens descends the savior of Nulien, still lacking an arm, but otherwise a perfect angel, at last here to defeat the Creatures of Elsewhere as she was always meant to. Lothaire notes that the Primordial that trails a flood in the making has not yet been dealt with, and leaps to intercept it before it can attack Argel, who is the foremost. Above, the angelic savior lifts a sword of stained glass, and blinding rays of light and reckless lightning bolts rain from the heavens, to evaporate whatever remains of the puddle that wishes to be a titan, and yet more rays upon the blackened rift, in hopes of shattering it apart. As soon as anyone beyond Atlani's rally sees what the light has wrought, the angelic savior will manifest itself in their perception as well.
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. 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
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Dravos Argentium
0/0 Germ
Posts: 19
Favorite Card: Riku of Two Reflections
Favorite Set: Dark Ascension
Color Alignment: Blue, Red, Green
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Post by Dravos Argentium on Apr 1, 2022 8:00:08 GMT
some more nonsense happenseven more nonsense happensmalignant depression aura nonsense happens As the horrific beast climbs out of the rift, the previously confident duo seem to stumble from its sheer presence, one flying into the air as she stares at in awe, the other freezing in place, shaking in terror."That's... big. Too big, way too big. How are we supposed to-" She stops, finally noticing what's happened to Simul, and floats back down, holding her as an attempted comfort."...Zombie." "I... come on, it's not that different from before, just another... hopeless... no, something's not right. Simul, close your eyes and listen to me. We can beat this. We've faced down worse. Seen bigger monsters. Dealt with nastier mental auras. We can do it again. " Simul closes her eyes and takes a slow breath, incongruently calm with the devastation threatening to come closer. Then, she reaches out, taking Liactru's hand."I... cannot face this. But perhaps we can, together. I believe now, if ever, is the time to try this." Liactru realizes what she means, and lets her confident smile return. "This oversized deer carcass won't know what hit it." As one, the pair taps into the waves of mana around them, their movements mirroring each other, almost like a dance. The blue mana presses, briefly, against the nightmarish fog in their brains, before crashing down, leaving only the linked minds of master spellcasters behind."Danger, fear, unknown, intrigue." "Unknown, confidence, fear, power." "We can do it." "We will do it."
The mana becomes a raging river, rushing at the monstrosities unleashed by the rift, forcing them back and keeping them off balance. It doesn't let up, a new wave crashing into them every few seconds, the pair relentless in their assault. Temporary Victory Is Victory Nonetheless  Instant  Exile up to one target spell and up to one target creature. At the beginning of your next end step, return those cards to their owner's hands. Death Will Not Save You: 6/10. Powerful, and likely balanced, but I feel it lacks both the need to be four colors and the impact of what makes revelations so much fun.
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Post by cajun on Apr 2, 2022 11:57:30 GMT
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.
The creatures of Elsewhere can now conjure from Arena Spellbook: Elsewhere Invasion
While the scientist fiddles with her disk at the edge of the fight, she sees the battlefield erupt as every combatant is now doubled. Some doubles appear beside their original. Many do not. A driving beat cuts through the fighting. Avis’s copy target, Conjure: Rapid Replication The combatants receiving messages from Leira find their maps turning into a chaotic mess. None of the images they are receiving are correct. Friend and foe are being marked at random. Some of the birds and dragonflies begin plowing into fighters. Leira’s copy target, Conjure: Birds of White Noise A wave of pure destruction carves through the torrent of mana from Simul and Liactru. A shovel connects to the ground and an undead phalanx very quickly springs up around the gravekeeper to defend him. To Simul, there is a faint glimmer of aether on the gravekeeper and zombies alike. To Liactru, this just appears to be the gravekeeper. Simul and Liactru’s copy target, Conjure: Ashetaran PhalanxThe giant girl appears beside Atlani’s beacon. She stomps for the leopard and rider like one would try to squash an ant. Atlani’s copy target, Conjure: Anne, Friendly Titan A second Doer jumps for Michi. The weapon in his hand shifts constantly, refusing to take a single form. Doer and Michi’s copy target, Conjure: Doer, BladewhirlerAs Aelewin dissolves into shadows, one of the detective's chilling bullets rip through them, trying to freeze them solid in their non-form. Aelewin’s copy target, Conjure: Frostwoven AmmunitionThe knight of sunlight trots around her, then a second and a third copy surrounding her. One helmet is awash in flames, the second in lightning, the third in shadow. Their helmets are cast aside, and the three horrors of the past are born anew. The mecha blasting the music flies circles around her, nimbly avoiding punches and tackles. Missiles fire, aimed not for the ant girl, but her sisters and allies. Anne’s copy target, Conjure: Otarian Flagship AM-1 "Krom-dome" As the detective is trying to make sense of the new situation, Thistle appears to return, and wastes but a moment before moving to attack him.
As Vidus falls, a cat-eared girl sits impatiently waiting for him. She pulls out a gun and sees how many times she can hit a moving target before he hits the ground. Vidus’s copy target, Conjure: Tomorrow’s War A woman with a flying contraption carries the dragonborn clone into the air to drop the hero on the mech. Electricity flies from the dragonborn as he tries to take Nadejda down.
Yakana feels something tugging at her hold on reality. Lost somewhere in the chaos, a lizard woman is casting a peculiar spell on her, empowered by the mana flooding the area. Yakana’s copy target, Conjure: Degenerate At the rift, the geomancer throws around boulders at those trying to close it. As she comes upon the student, she stops for a moment, then punches the ground. Sheer polished walls fly up around Mira, surrounding her in a cage of mirrors. Mira’s copy target, Conjure: Cage of Reflections The careless galvanism of the knight’s angel is harmlessly caught by the dark wood of a giant spear. Sparks fly from the eyes of the child wielding it as she jams the spearhead into Argel’s armor. If the hero wanted to the rift, he’d have to cut down a little girl, who easily outranged his sword, and shrugged off lightning.
Argel’s copy target, Conjure: Well-Timed Assault Jay speeds around the fight, seemingly untouchable. But as he steps into some patch of shade or another, an elf flashes across him, swinging a sword at him before vanishing. Until the next patch of shadows. Jay’s copy target, Conjure: Scathesong Slasher Iritola’s plan had worked perfectly. Perhaps, too perfectly. The unstable mana swirled from the fallen creature of Elsewhere towards her. The chain reaction wasn’t done just yet. Iritola’s copy target, Conjure: Ravenous Reaction The knight who made all this possible is not to be forgotten, either. The ravenous scientist returns, no longer bound by the satiation of a parasite. Her joints pop backwards to more resemble a spider’s legs, but with five cruel claws at each end. Her jaw unhinges, then melds into her chest. A snake-like tongue coils out of her widening maw as she scrambles to taste the sun-touched knight. Lothaire’s copy target, Conjure: Frenzied Fleshchomper A heavy kick throws aside the spike-decorated robot trying to seal the rift. One pole weapon plants in the ground, the second lashes out at the copied angel. The unstable mana surges as she swings back, cleaving through the steel with ease. His eyes flicker left, then he sprints right. The copy slashes the wrong direction. Jets fire from its boots as it drives the sword for the fleeing robot. He ducks, springing back to his feet and driving the pole weapon into where the copy’s back should be. But instead, it now flies effortlessly out of the pole's reach. It smirks. The robot lingers for a second, then with surprising agility jumps in the sky to meet her. Experiment[3]’s copy target, Conjure: Whirlwind of SteelA thunderbolt arcs from the copy’s blade into Experiment[3].
The machine clatters to the ground.
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 >.> TheCatsEighthLife Fevered Breakthrough - this is super wild but i'm not sure there's ever a sensible place for this (outside of the Disk here), there's better cards for nonlands and doing this on lands is rarely gonna end in anything good 7/10 pacifistwestwoman Atlani, Inspiring Paragon - bit expensive for a hate piece but she's got the body to back it i spose 9/10fungustober Temporal Blip - is strictly better discontinuity ig 7/10korakhos Cage of Reflections - not super seeing the black in this, at least on copying etbs. effect is neat tho 9/10WindyDelcarlo Field of Fireflies - wind drake version of Dryad Militant, sure 8/10mrlozano Doer, Unbridled Fury - a very brutal Doer. love the trigger getting comeback effects for all three mardu colors. 10/10foureyesisafish 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 7/10dragonspit999 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 6/10patches47 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 7/10ThatDamnPipsqueak Mindswamp Array - this feels pretty expensive for the relatively slow and small effect you get out of it? 8/10mordecai/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 6/10Fleur 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 9/10gurfafflekins 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. 8/10froggy Fell the Unworthy - nice 9/10test Our Angelic Savior - a really sweet angel, never know what you're gonna get 10/10Dravos Argentium Temporary Victory Is Victory Nonetheless - that name doesn't fit on a card goodness. this is... sidegrade Remand i suppose? you pay a higher density and the card you draw is a free unsummon. probably works? 8/10 And yes, Arena Spellbook: Elsewhere Invasion is fully arted and will be available, after y'all create the last few cards for it :3c
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Yzjdriel
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Post by Yzjdriel on Apr 2, 2022 18:00:23 GMT
She'd come as fast as she was able, and her haste brought her to the area quickly enough. Now that she was here, however, Novek didn't have a good read on the situation. She needed a defense - something that could buy her time to decide how best to act.  Novek Conjures Fog Bank from Core 13. A Facsimile of Truth: I don't know how the type-adding effect would work on a non-Tribal noncreature card (or indeed on any noncreature card). That said, 4 mana for putting a copy of just about anything on the stack is fine. 9/10.
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Post by pacifistwestwoman on Apr 2, 2022 19:34:52 GMT
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.
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. The combatants receiving messages from Leira find their maps turning into a chaotic mess. None of the images they are receiving are correct. Friend and foe are being marked at random. Some of the birds and dragonflies begin plowing into fighters. Leira’s copy target, Conjure: Birds of White Noise
The giant girl appears beside Atlani’s beacon. She stomps for the leopard and rider like one would try to squash an ant. Atlani’s copy target, Conjure: Anne, Friendly Titan A second Doer jumps for Michi. The weapon in his hand shifts constantly, refusing to take a single form. Doer and Michi’s copy target, Conjure: Doer, BladewhirlerAs Aelewin dissolves into shadows, one of the detective's chilling bullets rip through them, trying to freeze them solid in their non-form. Aelewin’s copy target, Conjure: Frostwoven Ammunition
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."
Sacrificing Nai to destroy Anne.
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TheCatsEighthLife
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Post by TheCatsEighthLife on Apr 2, 2022 20:53:19 GMT
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.
The creatures of Elsewhere can now conjure from Arena Spellbook: Elsewhere Invasion
While the scientist fiddles with her disk at the edge of the fight, she sees the battlefield erupt as every combatant is now doubled. Some doubles appear beside their original. Many do not. A driving beat cuts through the fighting. Avis’s copy target, Conjure: Rapid Replication Though she'd never admit it to anyone, Avis was well and truly scared. It was easy to ignore the danger when she wasn't in control, but now she had been forced to accept it. There were massive creatures pouring out of a hole in the sky, people were fighting replicas of others, it seemed like a lost cause. And the worst part of all, this goddamn disc didn't seem to do anything! In frustration, Avis threw it away, far across the battlefield away from her. She took a few deep breaths. Obviously, magic wasn't her strong point. But, she's still a genius. And the first rule of genius is knowing when to call it quits. Avis allowed herself a small grin. Yes, that's a plan. The rest of these fools can kill themselves trying to be heroes. She took a peek around the makeshift cover she'd been hiding behind. Seeing nothing else in the battle focused on her, Avis makes a run for it, trying to flee the battlefield without anyone seeing her cowardice.
A Facsimile of Truth - I don't know if you can give noncreatures creature types without also adding Tribal but you know the rules better than I do. 8/10
Expeditious Retreat   Instant  Return any number of creatures you control and/or spells you control to their owner's hands. Draw a card for each card returned to your hand this way.
If no one directly stops Avis in some way, she's leaving the CEW fight at the next round.
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Post by korakhos on Apr 2, 2022 23:21:14 GMT
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!)
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Post by fungustober on Apr 3, 2022 5:49:45 GMT
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.
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.
The creatures of Elsewhere can now conjure from Arena Spellbook: Elsewhere Invasion
As Vidus falls, a cat-eared girl sits impatiently waiting for him. She pulls out a gun and sees how many times she can hit a moving target before he hits the ground. Vidus’s copy target, Conjure: Tomorrow’s Warfungustober Temporal Blip - is strictly better discontinuity ig 7/10And yes, Arena Spellbook: Elsewhere Invasion is fully arted and will be available, after y'all create the last few cards for it :3c
The bullets fly towards Vidus. One hits him in the right shoulder. Another pierces his left leg. Yet more graze past him, tearing clothing, biting at hair, drawing lines of red on his skin. One hurtles straight towards his heart. Another aims for his head. Before they can connect, a zombie materializes out of the smoky blackness surrounding Vidus. The bullets tear through it, reducing it to piles of rotting meat. But they don't hit Vidus. The undead on the ground begin to climb atop each other, piling high with outstretched arms until they reach Vidus. His momentum carries him downwards, into the pile. They break underneath his speed, collapsing the structure. But it's all he needs to stop his fall. He hits the ground with considerably less speed than he had just a few moments ago, rolling onto the ground. The bullets hit the ground around him like rain on a dusty day. Vidus scrambles back to his feet, the bullet hole in his leg and shoulder burning like the fires he lit so many years ago. Despite this, he charges forward, shovel raised to block shots to his face. Who is this? Why are they attacking me? Is this another spell that targets the mind?
Then, Vidus noticed it. Everything resonates with a bit of magical energy. If you can figure out what frequency something is at, it'll 'glow' slightly stronger than everything else. He still has his magic tuned to the creatures from the rift. The cat-eared girl shines like a searchlight against the rest of the battlefield. Vidus could see others across the battlefield who shone with the same intensity. He can feel a presence from inside the rift, and from it, a thousand tendrils snaking their way throughout the battlefield. One connects to the figure standing in front of him, firing shot after shot. Vidus reaches back for a memory. A spell Garel had taught him many years ago surfaces, as if an ancient artifact from the dirt. The words of his tutor from that day still stick in his mind. "A tyrant is always a tyrant. But one who saves, one who heals, one who helps— they can be so much more." Vidus drops his guard, pulling his shovel back. Around its head, a blue cloud forms from the darkness. It crackles and sparks, the magic eating away at itself. Vidus pauses for a second as the bullets fly towards him. His shovel snaps forwards impossibly quick, pulling his arm along with it. His muscles scream as the shovel flies through an arc, the blue cloud solidifying into a translucent screen of magic. As the bullets hit it, the magic eats away at them, reducing them to nothing. The screen shoots forwards, each bullet disappearing on contact. The cat-eared facsimile in front of Vidus raises her hands instinctively. The magic eats straight through the figure, the tendril from the rift withering away as its bud is snipped. The screen continues a meter or two before shattering. As Vidus uses the last reserves of power, the pain the bullet holes left behind begins to worsen, and the stress he put his arm under makes itself apparent with a feeling that could only be described as being dipped in a bath of thousand-degree needles. Vidus drops to the ground, cradling his arm. "Ah, that's why I don't use this." he says to himself through gritted teeth.
A Facsimile of Truth: Very cool. Wording messes with my brain a bit though, and it doesn't really feel on the same level of coolness as the others. 9/10Quell Phantasms   Instant  Counter target spell. If this spell targets a copy of a spell, it costs   less to cast.
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foureyesisafish
7/7 Elemental

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Favorite Set: Ikoria: Lair of the Behemoths
Color Alignment: Blue, Red, Green
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Post by foureyesisafish on Apr 3, 2022 13:05:57 GMT
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.
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.
The creatures of Elsewhere can now conjure from Arena Spellbook: Elsewhere Invasion
While the scientist fiddles with her disk at the edge of the fight, she sees the battlefield erupt as every combatant is now doubled. Some doubles appear beside their original. Many do not. A driving beat cuts through the fighting. Simul and Liactru’s copy target, Conjure: Ashetaran PhalanxThe giant girl appears beside Atlani’s beacon. She stomps for the leopard and rider like one would try to squash an ant. Atlani’s copy target, Conjure: Anne, Friendly TitanThe mecha blasting the music flies circles around her, nimbly avoiding punches and tackles. Missiles fire, aimed not for the ant girl, but her sisters and allies. Anne’s copy target, Conjure: Otarian Flagship AM-1 "Krom-dome"
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 >.>
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 7/10And yes, Arena Spellbook: Elsewhere Invasion is fully arted and will be available, after y'all create the last few cards for it :3c
A Fascimile of Truth I adore this. 10/10Anne 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.
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Post by WindyDelcarlo on Apr 3, 2022 19:10:17 GMT
The creatures of Elsewhere can now conjure from Arena Spellbook: Elsewhere Invasion The combatants receiving messages from Leira find their maps turning into a chaotic mess. None of the images they are receiving are correct. Friend and foe are being marked at random. Some of the birds and dragonflies begin plowing into fighters. Leira’s copy target, Conjure: Birds of White Noise
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 >.> WindyDelcarlo Field of Fireflies - wind drake version of Dryad Militant, sure 8/10And yes, Arena Spellbook: Elsewhere Invasion is fully arted and will be available, after y'all create the last few cards for it :3c
Leira can feel something trying to take control of her magic. The birds and dragonflies try to leave her control while she struggles to try to retain control. Her vision of the battlefield is impeded as the many sources of information flick out of her network, being stripped away by an outside source. She would need to expend more energy to retain them. She tries to disperse the ones that are leaving her control, only to find that she can't so easily dismiss them. If she needed to keep this up for much longer, she wouldn't be able to retain control. But that rift was being sealed, and her aetherics could help, too... if she could retain control.
A quick check on her surrounding aether. She had less than half a canister left. Her Entelan friend had almost a full one -- they probably wouldn't need that. Karina offered her one, which was still mostly full. She could drain her transceiver, that still had energy in it. Her body could still take some without exhausting, too. She had plenty, if this was the last thing to do.
This was what had to happen. So she reached out for all of these energy sources, all at once. She reached out to the birds and dragonflies, the ones she could still control and the ones she couldn't, and pushed aether into them until they couldn't stay together.
Leira, Twilight Reclaimer      Legendary Creature - Human Wizard  Aethercast -- When Leira enters the battlefield, if  was spent to cast her, destroy target creature. When Leira enters the battlefield, exile all creatures cards with converted mana cost 4 or less from your graveyard. For each of those cards, you lose 1 life and create a token that's a copy of it, except it's an Elemental. 4/3
Her summons dissolve, spreading their aether throughout the battlefield. All of it free in the air. All of it within Leira's reach for the few seconds that she lets it hang, before she closes her eyes and spreads her arms out to feel it. The aether in the canisters are completely drained, and anyone that has watched a Volarian in this place can see the signs that she's ready to pass out if she pushes herself any further. The summons collect themselves again, back under her control -- and under a much larger variety of airborne creatures, with a soft glow that might be mistaken for the sun trying to set. These creatures set out to assist in the battle directly.
Leira's information is no longer being spread to anyone. They're receiving allies instead.A Facsimile of Truth is a card that has a lot of words on it that make it look like they're intended to work with other words on it, but don't. Key things: This can't Coalesce other spells, nor will it make Ins/Sorcs into Horrors that are then not going to be coalesced if they happen to be Revelations. Mechanically probably balanced, but awkward in that way. 8/10 Leira generates probably 10-15 creature cards, the specifics of which are unimportant, excepting that they fly.
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Post by test on Apr 4, 2022 1:04:17 GMT
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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.
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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.
The creatures of Elsewhere can now conjure from Arena Spellbook: Elsewhere Invasion The combatants receiving messages from Leira find their maps turning into a chaotic mess. None of the images they are receiving are correct. Friend and foe are being marked at random. Some of the birds and dragonflies begin plowing into fighters. Leira’s copy target, Conjure: Birds of White Noise A second Doer jumps for Michi. The weapon in his hand shifts constantly, refusing to take a single form. Doer and Michi’s copy target, Conjure: Doer, Bladewhirler
At the rift, the geomancer throws around boulders at those trying to close it. As she comes upon the student, she stops for a moment, then punches the ground. Sheer polished walls fly up around Mira, surrounding her in a cage of mirrors. Mira’s copy target, Conjure: Cage of Reflections The careless galvanism of the knight’s angel is harmlessly caught by the dark wood of a giant spear. Sparks fly from the eyes of the child wielding it as she jams the spearhead into Argel’s armor. If the hero wanted to the rift, he’d have to cut down a little girl, who easily outranged his sword, and shrugged off lightning.
Argel’s copy target, Conjure: Well-Timed Assault The knight who made all this possible is not to be forgotten, either. The ravenous scientist returns, no longer bound by the satiation of a parasite. Her joints pop backwards to more resemble a spider’s legs, but with five cruel claws at each end. Her jaw unhinges, then melds into her chest. A snake-like tongue coils out of her widening maw as she scrambles to taste the sun-touched knight. Lothaire’s copy target, Conjure: Frenzied Fleshchomper A heavy kick throws aside the spike-decorated robot trying to seal the rift. One pole weapon plants in the ground, the second lashes out at the copied angel. The unstable mana surges as she swings back, cleaving through the steel with ease. His eyes flicker left, then he sprints right. The copy slashes the wrong direction. Jets fire from its boots as it drives the sword for the fleeing robot. He ducks, springing back to his feet and driving the pole weapon into where the copy’s back should be. But instead, it now flies effortlessly out of the pole's reach. It smirks. The robot lingers for a second, then with surprising agility jumps in the sky to meet her. Experiment[3]’s copy target, Conjure: Whirlwind of SteelA thunderbolt arcs from the copy’s blade into Experiment[3].
The machine clatters to the ground.
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 >.> She is not quite worthless yet.
The myriad of truths flicker on top of each other.
And then I am everywhere at once.
Lothaire's previous suspicions of a presence much like themself are seemingly confirmed as the threads of meaning are woven into distortions across the battlefield. Something had observed them directly, in order to create the manifestation of the host and parasite—to vanish from their perception would be as simple—or so they had thought. Lothaire finds that in truth, the being before them is more than a distortion, but an entire observer born of what lay beyond the rift. Their previous annoyance, such as when they had faced the bone serpent, pales to the abject rage they feel then.
First I am constrained by the sight of so many pathetic 'allies', and now they have provided the seeds for an entire crop of obstacles! I had such hopes, but whatever buffoon has stolen this power from me has now doubled the number of observers, and now the sheer explosion in narrative complexity means that there can be no further manifestations, especially in the face of such incoherence. What's more, by making each manifestation an observer, it has no means of recovering from a mislaid detail, and the details themselves have no narrative cohesion, meaning that their development over time cannot be controlled in the context of the Arena's temporal anomaly. This is no longer a story, but a cacophony, and it has all but strangled the opportunity for any further distortions. I have no humor left for the possibility that my own nature could be discovered thanks to such incompetence. Let us end this with a practical lesson on the nature of perception.
The false host and parasite each face a Knight—but not the same one. Across the battlefield, for each new observer, a Knight enters their own sequestered story; in the disjointed tangle, none of them contradict one another, and some remain in place to resolve their threads, and others leave their original purposes hanging, in order to bring a swift end to the ideas that truly matter. The two knights facing down the distortion of Avis and her hanger-on circle around them in opposite directions to flank them. So singular is the amalgam's hunger that it cannot possibly focus on both knights; whichever it does not attack shreds it apart with swords, before impaling the remaining squirming pieces to fix them in place upon the earth. Then, with no further interference, the Knights collapse into the rest of the myriad.
The controller of the false birds and dragonflies had not been dealt with, and before they can take advantage of the true Leira's weakened state, the false Leira is set upon by another Knight appearing from nothing, and within arm's reach, to cut her in twain. Another Knight moves to intercept the false Doer, so that the fable of an already fabled warrior can be flanked with its back to the genuine figure. "The rift!" They shout to Michi, "Only the rift matters!"
Where Argel may not be able to bring themselves to harm a young child, they soon find themselves in a battlefield bathed in beams of sunlight, lightning crackling across the clouds concealing the heavens. Argel is given the impression of the full story—the ancient evil now carried in the orphan before him, and what it would do if left entirely unrestrained. The vision of an entire plane's destruction, awash in sparks like those falling tears, as well as the sight of the child replaced with the image of Kirino Oblay, appearing as she had been before she was supposedly defeated. Behind the true foe, the rift appears more dark and dire than ever.
In the cage of mirrors, one of Mira's reflections becomes outlined in golden light that itself does not reflect, and winks at her. They gesture behind them, to a vision of the geomancer just outside, who has been set upon by their own Knight. Behind them, a trace of golden chains is drawn around the absolute darkness of the rift. Softly, the reflection speaks in a hollow echo, "I cannot change this uninvited fact, but beyond this last obstacle, no others will stand in your way."
Finally, as each individual narrative thread is resolved, the Knight attending it flocks to the rift, to throw themselves at the rift's own angelic savior. One of them calls to Three as they leap past, "You cannot outpace the inbound threats! Seal the rift, now!" Three, Zero, and Karina each find themselves in the same bright world that others were in before, and the perception of apparent threats surrounding them on the battlefield is suppressed. The rift seems to devour this world of light. Sealing it is the only thing that matters. As each Knight is defeated, its armaments and light are simply reclaimed by the next, and if the battle were to draw to a close, only a single Knight would remain then, at Three's side.
Lothaire has spent 100 valor to unlock Gestalt, by HerziQuerzi.
Order of the Final Sunset   Creature — Incarnation Knight  Gestalt (When this or another creature enters under your control, you may merge it with the one in play, keeping counters and attachments. They become the permanent on top plus all abilities from under it.)Flash When this creature enters the battlefield, merge under it all creature cards in your graveyard that were put there from the battlefield this turn. It gains their abilities. 3/2
//I assume that fleshchomper had a good reason to be played just now.
Each person being explicitly assisted by Lothaire has a copy of this card, so: A Facsimile of Truth — Taking this as a generalized clone, and in that case, it seems developmentally alright. It also works fairly well with Coalesces, though white's not doing an awful lot here compared to blue, red, and green (in that order). It's definitely nonblack though. 8/10
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Post by ThatDamnPipsqueak on Apr 4, 2022 6:34:09 GMT
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 creatures of Elsewhere can now conjure from Arena Spellbook: Elsewhere Invasion
Jay speeds around the fight, seemingly untouchable. But as he steps into some patch of shade or another, an elf flashes across him, swinging a sword at him before vanishing. Until the next patch of shadows. Jay’s copy target, Conjure: Scathesong Slasher
The sword flashing before his eyes forced Jay off his track, quickly falling to the ground and sliding along it, narrowly missing the blade before bouncing back up. He had to keep moving, he couldn't stay anywhere near the magical destabilization that he'd helped Iritola cause. But rushing headlong into the battlefield, now that he was being hunted, also seemed like an awful idea. His heart was racing, and he could feel his thoughts slipping down, and down, and down.
"We're gonna die. Everyone here, this whole plane, everything is fucked." No. It couldn't end like this. He still had so much that he was going to do. So many things he was going to steal. So many favors he'd yet to call in. He began to move again, his stride breaking as he stepped into another patch of shadow and immediately drew the ire of the assailant again. And somewhere, beyond all of this, was the real foe. One he was hideously ill equipped to face, despite all the tools at his disposal.
Jay Volkan was prepared for most things. Anything reasonable, and most things unreasonable. But this was beyond any of that. He dodged the slash, but as he reached out to incinerate his foe in a burst of energy, they were already gone. The blast wiped clear the rubble that had been casting the shadow, but did nothing more. So Jay stopped moving, and slowly turned around to survey the battlefield.
It looked like he wasn't the only person struggling to fight his way through phantoms, which was comforting in some ways and horrifying in others. Well, save Iritola, but it looked like they might not have been as fortunate as Jay when it came to escaping the blast radius. He briefly considered running over to try and help, but what would he be able to do? He wasn't a medic. Jay was good at breaking, entering, stealing, conning, and occasionally killing, but most of these other skills felt beyond him, even in circumstances like this. Besides, all the shadows between the two of them looked like a mine field.
He paused. Well, that was an option at least. It wouldn't solve the bigger issues here, but it would at least reduce the number of things he had to worry about. Once again, Jay started to move quickly across the battlefield, rapidly approaching another shattered building that cast deep shadows as it loomed. When he was within reach, he grabbed into one of his pockets, producing a bear trap, and hurled it on the ground before leaping over and past it. As the elf appeared, they would immediately find their foot caught in the vise, and their leg in the process of being crushed by the metal jaws. This, however, wouldn't prove to be an issue for long, because that moment of hesitation was all Jay needed to turn, level his hand at them, and whisper "Pew."
An eruption of black and red flames destroyed what was left of the building, and the elf, removing all the shadows near Jay. He breathed a sigh of relief, for a moment forgetting all that was still left to do. And then the fear crept in, unbidden and unappreciated. There was no usefulness to this fear, and Jay hated it. The thought crossed his mind: what if this fear wasn't his? What if he was more capable of handling this situation than his brain was trying to convince him? What if his problems with the invasion were, in fact, directly the result of the invasion trying to stop him from interfering?
Jay cracked his neck, once again taking in his surroundings, looking for more parasites to interfere with. He had no need to run from here, not anymore.
Twist the Knife  Sorcery  Choose one— - Exile target player's graveyard.
- Target creature gets -X/-X until end of turn where X is twice the number of counters on it.
A Fascimile of Truth: In a vacuum, I'm hyped about this design, but it feels a bit samey with the last one. 9/10
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patches47
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Post by patches47 on Apr 4, 2022 7:17:24 GMT
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… 10/10Yakana, 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.
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Post by mrlozano on Apr 4, 2022 14:42:24 GMT
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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.
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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.
The creatures of Elsewhere can now conjure from Arena Spellbook: Elsewhere Invasion
[...] A second Doer jumps for Michi. The weapon in his hand shifts constantly, refusing to take a single form. Doer and Michi’s copy target, Conjure: Doer, Bladewhirler
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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 >.> mrlozano Doer, Unbridled Fury - a very brutal Doer. love the trigger getting comeback effects for all three mardu colors. 10/10[...] She is not quite worthless yet.
The myriad of truths flicker on top of each other.
And then I am everywhere at once.
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The controller of the false birds and dragonflies had not been dealt with, and before they can take advantage of the true Leira's weakened state, the false Leira is set upon by another Knight appearing from nothing, and within arm's reach, to cut her in twain. Another Knight moves to intercept the false Doer, so that the fable of an already fabled warrior can be flanked with its back to the genuine figure. "The rift!" They shout to Michi, "Only the rift matters!"
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Order of the Final Sunset   Creature — Incarnation Knight  Gestalt (When this or another creature enters under your control, you may merge it with the one in play, keeping counters and attachments. They become the permanent on top plus all abilities from under it.)Flash When this creature enters the battlefield, merge under it all creature cards in your graveyard that were put there from the battlefield this turn. It gains their abilities. 3/2 [...] As soon as the earthen titan falls, Michi starts chanelling the spell to help seal the rift again, but is interrupted when the Doer clone jumps towards him. The true Doer sees it, and runs towards it, with a worried expression on his face, but he is too far to get in time. Michi tries to switch the target of his spell, when a fiery knight interrupts the clone, blocking its attack. The small cat bows to the knight. "Thank you, meowster, that could have been troublesome!" The spell resumes, ethereal gilded chains emerging from the sketchbook, and attaching to the clones of Elsewere near Michi. For each clone touched, another chain appears over the rift. It's not enough to seal it, but it helps. But it is not long before the mana disturbance caused by Iritola's spell destabilizes Michi's own. The small cat manages to get it under control, but not before some clones get free from it. By now, the real brother has reached Michi, and his Weapons clashes with anyone that dares to attack his little brother. "I'll take care of this, do as the Knight said, brother!" Michi nods, and manages to get the spell under control again, making a barely visible golden paw shine over the rift. Michi, Heart of the Pride     Legendary Planeswalker - Michi  Creature tokens you control get +1/+1.  : Draw a card. Then, discard a card unless you control two or more tokens.  : Create two 1/1 white Cat creature tokens with lifelink.  : You get an emblem with "At the beginning of your end step, for each token you control, create a token that's a copy of it. A Facsimile of Truth: I like one less than the others, the wording feels clunkier. Does the instants and sorceries also become horrors or something? Not sure about it. 7/10 The story beat is great, tho.
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dragonspit999
2/2 Zombie

Posts: 108
Favorite Card: Mycosynth Lattice
Favorite Set: Conflux
Color Alignment: White, Blue, Black, Colorless
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Post by dragonspit999 on Apr 5, 2022 5:36:29 GMT
{Mordecai Quote} 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. {Cajun Quote} 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.
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.
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.
The careless galvanism of the knight’s angel is harmlessly caught by the dark wood of a giant spear. Sparks fly from the eyes of the child wielding it as she jams the spearhead into Argel’s armor. If the hero wanted to the rift, he’d have to cut down a little girl, who easily outranged his sword, and shrugged off lightning.
Argel’s copy target, Conjure: Well-Timed Assault
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 6/10And yes, Arena Spellbook: Elsewhere Invasion is fully arted and will be available, after y'all create the last few cards for it :3c {Test Quote} Lothaire's previous suspicions of a presence much like themself are seemingly confirmed as the threads of meaning are woven into distortions across the battlefield. Something had observed them directly, in order to create the manifestation of the host and parasite—to vanish from their perception would be as simple—or so they had thought. Lothaire finds that in truth, the being before them is more than a distortion, but an entire observer born of what lay beyond the rift. Their previous annoyance, such as when they had faced the bone serpent, pales to the abject rage they feel then.
Let us end this with a practical lesson on the nature of perception.
Where Argel may not be able to bring themselves to harm a young child, they soon find themselves in a battlefield bathed in beams of sunlight, lightning crackling across the clouds concealing the heavens. Argel is given the impression of the full story—the ancient evil now carried in the orphan before him, and what it would do if left entirely unrestrained. The vision of an entire plane's destruction, awash in sparks like those falling tears, as well as the sight of the child replaced with the image of Kirino Oblay, appearing as she had been before she was supposedly defeated. Behind the true foe, the rift appears more dark and dire than ever.
Finally, as each individual narrative thread is resolved, the Knight attending it flocks to the rift, to throw themselves at the rift's own angelic savior. One of them calls to Three as they leap past, "You cannot outpace the inbound threats! Seal the rift, now!" Three, Zero, and Karina each find themselves in the same bright world that others were in before, and the perception of apparent threats surrounding them on the battlefield is suppressed. The rift seems to devour this world of light. Sealing it is the only thing that matters. As each Knight is defeated, its armaments and light are simply reclaimed by the next, and if the battle were to draw to a close, only a single Knight would remain then, at Three's side.
Order of the Final Sunset    Creature — Incarnation Knight  Gestalt (When this or another creature enters under your control, you may merge it with the one in play, keeping counters and attachments. They become the permanent on top plus all abilities from under it.)Flash When this creature enters the battlefield, merge under it all creature cards in your graveyard that were put there from the battlefield this turn. It gains their abilities. 3/2 Each person being explicitly assisted by Lothaire has a copy of this card, so: windydelcarlo, mrlozano, dragonspit999, fleur 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.
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. 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.
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froggy
2/2 Zombie

suffering from critical levels of gay
Posts: 141
Favorite Card: Siege Rhino
Favorite Set: A Live Fish
Color Alignment: Blue, Red
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Post by froggy on Apr 5, 2022 7:54:50 GMT
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.
The creatures of Elsewhere can now conjure from Arena Spellbook: Elsewhere Invasion
As Aelewin dissolves into shadows, one of the detective's chilling bullets rip through them, trying to freeze them solid in their non-form. Aelewin’s copy target, Conjure: Frostwoven Ammunition Facsimile: Dope. 9/10Aelewin dissolves, melting away from tender flesh to silky shadow, and the familiar feeling of nonpermanence rushes through them - it's euphoric still, even after a year and a half of learning to vanish into darkness, to manipulate the inky blackness cast onto the earth by their compatriots. Power runs through their veins, and they take it by the hand and pull, embracing the energy ever-throbbing in their heart. Each step they take they slip in and out of the void, nonpermanent, dodging attacks and moving with the grace of a dove and the brutality of a hawk. This is what they were meant to do. This is what they were made for, this is what every decision they have made has led up to.Aelewin has unlocked the Planeswalker type.
Aelewin, One With Shadow   Legendary Planeswalker - Aelewin  Whenever an opponent loses life for the first time each turn, put a loyalty counter on ~.  : Mill two cards. Then, you may put a creature card from your graveyard on top of your library.  : Destroy target creature.  : Return target nonland permanent card from your graveyard to the battlefield. Aelewin leaps forward, towards the newly formed detective, and...
Stops dead, in the air, a frostborne bullet piercing their incorporeal chest, the magic tearing through their form like a blade through flesh. It zigzags through, and out the other side, just as Aelewin brings their blade down and carves straight into the facsimile. They wince, and stagger back as a red arrow from elsewhere strikes the detective, hopefully ending the aberration for good. Aelewin cries out in pain, still unused to the feeling after such forced numbness, and a thick red splotch emerges from what should have been nothing at all. Desperately, they try to return to the darkness they were so used to, but find it waning, the power they held so tightly spilling from their hands like sand. They stumble down, and clutch their injured shoulder, still calling for a fleeting euphoria.
To be clear, -3ing Aelewin to kill the creature wielding the ammo.
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mordecai/nox
0/0 Germ
Posts: 26
Color Alignment: White, Black
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Post by mordecai/nox on Apr 5, 2022 16:14:33 GMT
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.
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.
The creatures of Elsewhere can now conjure from Arena Spellbook: Elsewhere Invasion
Iritola’s plan had worked perfectly. Perhaps, too perfectly. The unstable mana swirled from the fallen creature of Elsewhere towards her. The chain reaction wasn’t done just yet. Iritola’s copy target, Conjure: Ravenous Reaction It worked.For one giddy moment, that's the only thought in her mind. With shit and scraps and an entire looming apocalypse in front of her, she did it. Her eyes are still adjusting from the explosion though she's unsure if it's the light that dazzled her or the concussive force that. Well. Concussed her. But there's no time to worry about that, or even to feel sorry for herself, because through all the dust and debris and her hazy vision, she sees something stirring. The dust isn't moving up, into a mushroom, it's moving toward her. And the cable is smoking around the cracked mana gem at her feet. She starts to stand and. It feels wrong. At first she thinks it's because she hit her head, but it's not just her that's moving so slowly. Jay's feet seem to move as if his shoes have lead weights. The birds and the dragonflies slowly dissolve into starry flecks of energy. Every fist and blade and bullet seem to travel at a tenth of the speed that she'd expect. She doesn't know how, (if she survives, she'll have to figure it out) but it's not her that's slow, it's everything. It's time. She takes a deep breath (oh lord it hurts) and uses this gift to figure out what to do next. The shockwave is approaching, a blast of pure mana that will incinerate her if she's lucky. Even if she could summon any mana at this point, she'd never make a shield powerful enough to withstand the blast. But she doesn't need a shield. The answer is right in front of her. Literally. The sigil that sucks in and concentrates mana. Of course it's not going to be enough to absorb all that mana but if she can slow it down… all she needs to do is reverse the process that caused this explosion in the first place. In a fifth of the space. And who knows how much time she has. Not enough to actually calculate it. But when has that ever stopped her? She was recruited right out of school and she worked on impossible projects. Who else can burn the air? Or kept control of her lab when not one but three other projects were dismissed? Who figured out how to break apart mana into its smallest parts with only the thinnest of budgets? Just her. And if she can do all that, she can handle this. She lunges forward and uses both hands to start drawing in the dirt. It's not neat but it'll be enough. It has to be enough. It might be enough. She's still drawing when the blast hits. Some of the sigils crowd on top of each other, new things that she can only pray work the way they're supposed to. They glow when the mana wave hits them and start to pull it in. She lets out a deep breath. But it won't hold.The mana storm hits, burning and tearing at Iritola even as the force is somewhat lessened by the slowed time and siphoning. But too soon (almost immediately) the sigils are full. It happens as it was always meant to. Mana enters the full system and it has nowhere to go. So it compresses. It pressurizes. It's entirely logical. And it's perfectly predictable when it explodes. Time seems to speed back up as the mana explodes. The ground crumbles underneath the sigils and some of it (including the scientist) is launched into the air. Debris and at least one body come crashing back down into what's now a crater. When Iritola falls, she doesn't get up again, although if anyone ventures close enough, they'll be able to see the shallow rise and fall of her chest. Meekness   Instant  Until end of turn, each creature target player controls lose all abilities and has base power and toughness 0/1 until end of turn. If you target yourself with this spell, copy it and choose new targets for the copy. Facsimile of Truth - This one is hard to grok, but the flavor's there. It does feel pretty similar to the last one flavorfully though. It's a fun effect once I figure out what it actually does. 7/10
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