<BB> Popcornia's Batteboard // [Arandu of the New Way]

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It was fortunate for the one who was following Seska that she did not appear to have some form of companion at her side, as was oft expected of her younger counterpart. It was unfortunate then, when a chill passed over Lettie, which was followed their mark stopping in their tracks, their sword seeming to flick out from beneath their clothing in a single movement, and then turning around to face her. Directly.

Red hair, longer now, and a few shades darker, but undeniably familiar. The sword and her overall garb were new, but from the look they were giving Lettie, it was clear who it was.

A spirit coalesced beside the woman, ghostly sword standing out from the rest of it's ethereal form, pointing directly at Lettie.

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Informin Dodger: I'm reminded of Insolent Neotate, but this has a bit more value and cost. I like it though, 9/10

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Seska maintained the stare, but her companion held it's blade down...if not departing completely.

"I would say if either of us had encountered something akin to that, it would have to be myself," Seska answered. It was clear from her voice she had aged quite a bit since the two had last met, although how much time had passed for Seska in the same span Lettie had lived, it was difficult to say.

"In any case, here I am. I imagine if you aren't planning on assaulting me, you'll want to somehow gloat over how right you were about how the world works."

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Barren Ancient: 10/10, really great Green card and a unique Eternal Witness effect.

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Seska similarly stared back, though obviously not on the verge of striking, still grasping their sword in one hand. Her brow furrowed at the question, more so than it had at the preceding series of statements Lettie had, regarding her observation. It was obvious though Seska had, ultimately, changed with time, she hadn't returned with fond memories of Lettie herself.

"Because my home is not the place it used to be," she answered, curtly.

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Vain Nametaker: A unique twist on things like Kitesail Freebooter, I like it. 8/10

Popcornia

Hilda does indeed follow the scent of burning aether, as where there's fire, there's someone playing a dangerous game.  She looks around warily, looking for a sign of life.

Wandering Scout
Creature - Human Scout
~ gets +1/+0 as long as you control another red creature.
2/2

Popcornia
Blazing Constellation: I think the way this is worded leaves red creatures out of the haste bonus?  Which is probably intended as the next bit has red doing damage.  I do like this card actually, more than originally when I first read it. 9/10.

Hilda looks around, spotting the figure against the blazing sky.  When had it become night?  Either way, despite the glaring orange, Hilda snapped her fingers to create a lighter fireball for better light.  She walked to the figure, the fireball becoming a wisp that floats around her and drawing her spear.  

Wisp Familiar
Creature - Elemental
Flying
When ~ dies, it deals 1 damage to any target.
1/1

Popcornia Pain Flare: Not sure if mono should do this but not a terrible bend. 8/10.

"The scent of burning drew me here, to whatever you're doing." she said, seemingly relieved she knew who it was causing the light and scent, but did not put away her spear.  "Training more imps?" she asked, the wisp growing to a small bird, resting on her shoulder.

Suffocating Smoke
Instant
If a source would deal damage this turn, prevent 1 of that damage. For each damage prevented this way this turn, you gain 1 life.

trash, but whatever

Popcornia
Eye of the Fervor: This increases combat damage too, which is scary but honestly... fine.  A solid 3 mana enchantment.  9/10.

There was a crack of lightning in the night, roaring over the sound of pouring rain and boisterous waves. The sea churned, sending white spray into the air as the expanse of water frothed at the will of the storm, searching for something, anything, to release its fury upon. A shoreline in the distance, obscured in darkness, was claimed by the luckier brethren of the surging waters, their wrath extinguished upon unremitting sand, stone, and a series of cliffs that dominated the border between the open ocean and land.

The sky split open as lightning struck again, tearing across the surf as it struck saltwater, raging its fury upon the body of water in its struggle against the world. Thunder rolled across the world, and the crackle of further storm threatened to rampage through the night when…

Something shifted in the space between seconds, the laws of physics bending and snapping as they were interrupted for the briefest of moments. The storm, at its peak, suddenly broke as water and air were displaced in moments, a massive, wide shape breaching into the world and sending up a wake of water, cutting through the waves and carving across the ocean. Ramparts of wood and steel dashed away the spray of water as it jutted into the world, curving up away from the water until it reached a perimeter towered above the waves. Spires of wood shot into the sky, and massive cloths of black were strung between them, catching some remnant of the dying wind, and propelling the vessel forward.

It was a ship.
The sight of death would dominate any unfortunate observer who peered upon the deck, a crew of men and women whose skin held no life in it. They resembled living things, walked, and were clothed like them, but they did not speak, except in guttered growls and moans. Their eyes glowed red with depth, a curse of hunger that would not be sated, the burden of nothing but one of undeath.

At the helm of the vessel, standing behind the wheel of the ship, was a figure who stood out from the undead crew around her. Her skin, though smooth as anything living, was paler than ash, and her eyes glowed with the same hunger of her crew. She peered out towards the direction of the land, no beacon, no fire in the night to hint at its presence, but her gaze was true, pointing towards it truer than a compass arrow. She bit at her lip, a hand gripping the wheel and turning it, the other arm missing its respecting hand, and sending the ship on a course diagonal to the mainland.

“Hard to port! Prepare long boats and raiding parties! Get me a reading on the beacon! And get the hell to work!” Her voice boomed into the night, and her undead crew made haste to obey. The woman watched them in their work for a time, leaning upon the wheel, her red eyes scanning the vessel up and down. There was work to be done, and if they were lucky, rewards for the bold.

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Kadri Blueswale has entered the Arena.

cajun

Vermin, perhaps. Rats, that stood a meter tall? And were trying to filch her something of dubious quality and value? Well, there were stranger things to be seen.

And of course, there was the fact this one had managed to sneak aboard her ship. 

Half a score of swords were quickly flashed and pointed towards the intruder, their undead wielders having appeared from what seemed like nowhere at all. Kadri, thankfully, did not seem to have joined them, but the look she was giving this peddler was less than generous. 

"Describe this treasure, then we can discuss terms."

"Crewing" the Crownwell, obviously.

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Suspicious Treasure Map: A weird card that asks you to run artifact creatures (not the worst thing to ask for a deck running artifacts, but the Vehicle tribal is noted) and cards with . It is pretty cheap for being that specific, and has a pretty decent payoff. 6/10

cajun

The sword's hung at his throat for a moment more, before the deathly wielders retracted the hanging threat, dispersing slowly as Kadri appraised the merchant. She stared him down for a few moments more before she pulled a series of coins from a pouch at her hip, of varying metals but undoubtedly of the same size and circular shape between each. Her version of a doubloon, even if they clearly were not all gold. She closed her hand around them, holding onto them for now, but clearly still interested.

"I'm listening, but don't mistake my attention for a lack of skepticism. You can start with your name, and where you came by this map of yours."

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Aura of Legitimacy: A sick design, this has a weird mix of blue's unblockable and black's attacking alone. 9/10

cajun

This rat knew how to talk, that much was certain. Kadri's fist tightened around her potential payment, listening to him dissemble on the specifics, the ludicrous explanation, and most definitely a few half-truths as he worked to convince her of the authenticity of his offer. She was less convinced by the minute, and had been about to slip her coins into her pouch when he mentioned the location, "off in the water somewhere's," her hand stopped, and she listened to the rest of his offer.

"An interesting proposition, I almost believed you for most of that," she answered, before stepping forth towards the rat, the assorted coins still buried in her fist as stood in front of him. "But I think you've managed to convince me." 

She held out the five 'doubloons,' waiting for him to take them off her hand. 

(Presuming this one gets discarded, for some reason.)

"I assume of course, like any good treasure hunter, you want me to take you along for the journey."

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Ramble - Silence as a punisher on a duress is interesting, and the few ways to get around that are few enough that it's generally always going to work. I'm not sure about the strength of this, but I'd err it might be too good. 7/10

Popcornia

One night, as Kadri sails, she hears the sound of thunder, despite the clear skies. Towards the land, flashes of red lightning illuminate a figure standing atop a short cliff, and the waves below them. Something relatively large appears to be moving beneath the waves.

Darkbolt 
Instant 
~ deals 2 damage to target creature, then destroy target creature that was dealt damage this turn.

cajun

Kadri watches Zweil trail towards the edge of the ship, letting out a sigh before she turned away, the sound of her boots against the deck as she ascended to the ship's wheel. The undead crew, who had been in background, milling about with mechanical, unfocused labor, began to stir as Kadri took the wheel, preparing to take orders.

She looked at the map, holding it in her good hand while leaning against the wheel, not impressed by the seemingly crude depictions, but she wasn't upset by it. No, her eyes focused on it for a long while, before she blinked, and stood up, tucking it away into a satchel before her hand grabbed a spoke of the wheel. The Eye it was then, whatever that might be.

"Prepare to depart! Trim sails and bring her into the wind!" Her voice boomed over the deck, and likely into the lower levels as well, as the undead crew began to move into action, the sound of bodies and wood creaking as the ship came to life, beginning to move at the captain's wishes.

There was treasure to be found, and if she weren't in it for that, what else was there?

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Getaway: Functionally weird, and technically this is just a more permanent form of fixing in red, this would raise some eyebrows elsewhere, but mechanically I think its fine. The ideal case of course is to search for another fetchland or utility land, which makes it useful, but not necessarily expedient, in terms of ramp combos. 7/10. I like the play pattern. 

cyberchronometer

There was a tolerance, perhaps, for the stray outsider, who did not interfere, but merely observed. If they weren't in the way, and most certainly not likely to interrupt their proceedings, so be it. 

This was a different case. 

The water licked at her heels as she stepped toward the figure, a storm rumbling in the background as the undead crew dug at the sands just a bit ahead. This land was still strange and new, and it was better for the moment to see what places, and people, it was filled with. 

With a mote of caution, of course.

*Have another Omen counter, I like where this is going.

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Lost, Drowned, Seeking: 8/10. I like the mechanical idea, but I can't judge this very well beyond the effects and the understanding you need more Omens to make this work better.