colinbeck
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Posts: 11
Favorite Card: Clockspinning
Favorite Set: Time Spiral
Color Alignment: Blue, Red, Green
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Post by colinbeck on Apr 15, 2018 21:25:44 GMT
Rain slumps slightly, his weight laying heavier on his coils than before.
"Then I am a failure as a king as well. A lifetime of preparation was not enough to train me. A lifetime more would not allow me to forgive myself." The naga appears to steel himself for a second before picking himself up again.
"If I am not suited for leadership, then I must become so. My own feelings on the matter are irrelevant- a king bows to none but his people, not even himself.
Obris Rook, I ask that you tutor me until such time that I am capable of being the leader my family needs. I defer to your wisdom in all state matters and put myself in your service as payment, should you have me."
Iron Resolve: Works together both thematically and mechanically. Flavor home run. Clean common. 10/10 love it.
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Post by ZephyrPhantom on Apr 17, 2018 4:34:39 GMT
"Hello again, young lord. Care for a game of tactics?"
Guildmaster's Chessboard  Artifact  Whenever you cast a multicolored spell, you may pay  . If you do, create a 1/1 colorless Construct artifact creature token. To gather pieces, one must display the desire to make a move.
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Post by shiftyhomunculus on Feb 24, 2019 1:22:12 GMT
On Guildmaster's Chessboard: A fine design, if perhaps a little overcosted. 8/10.
Obris gives Rain a long, slow look.
His first instinct is to accept. Every king needs his retinue, after all, and this one could be a fine start to his own - ambition will keep him sharp, and humility will keep him loyal. What harm could it do, taking Rain into Rook Manor, showing him the ways of good and righteous governance?
His second thought is much more straightforward: draw his lightning-infused blade and slay the wretch where he sits. An ambitious minion is a dangerous one, and turning him down would simply make a more powerful rival. It'd be a mercy, of sorts. Just one swing and he could put this whole mess behind him...
But the deliberation gives him time to think about the words he's just heard.
A king bows to none but his people, not even himself.
He's been preparing, biding his time, waiting for the right moment. But is it that, or is it idle procrastination, petty flight from his duties as the rightful emperor? Every second he spends away, his homeland sweats under the incompetent yoke of the Consensus - is he really going to change that by rotting in self-imposed exile, dueling strangers at every turn?
Nobody else will save Elnoch. Not the loyalist resistance, not the Rook Commandos, and certainly not his treacherous coward of a brother.
It has to be him.
"I can't teach you. My apologies."
He wants to explain himself, but the words don't come. Instead, Obris Rook turns on his heel, steps through the ether, and vanishes.
Obris Rook has left the Arena. A Null Reincarnation is forthcoming.
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