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(I already love the card editor)
https://mtgcardsmith.com/view/tahmuras-pyrekin
In this world, however, Tahmuras is a leonin warleader from the Bloodwood. Passionate and ferocious, he regularly led their troops on a raids, until one day, his absence led to the death of his entire village...
https://mtgcardsmith.com/view/burning-haze
See, within his village, there was another leonin named Fisk who really hated him. Fisk was next in line to become a warleader, but Tahmuras's exceptional skill in combat caused him to soar into the position. Jealous, Fisk regularly harassed Tahmuras, hoping that one day he would die so Fisk could become a warleader. Soon, though, things reach a fever pitch when Fisk found his girlfriend, Luft, speaking with Tahmuras. Despite his protests that there weren't any romantic connotations to the conversation, Fisk stormed out of the village screaming, swearing revenge against him. And the next week, when Tahmuras arrived back to the village, he found it burning to the ground.
https://mtgcardsmith.com/view/cinder-charm-talisman
Despite the extreme damage dealt to the village by the blaze, this talisman still looked brand new. He found where his parent's house used to lay, and it burned everything it touched, holding within it great fiery power. Tahmuras, however, was able to hold it without being burnt, so he took it from the village as a lucky charm, taking care not to misplace it, both for the sake of its burning power, and the sake of it being the last thing left of his village.
I figured out from Toms that the Bloodwood died out, so this aughta be fun. Right now I'm returning from a field mission.
"For Vallelika!"
Allies. There are allies up ahead.
"We won't let an insolent like you ruin our way with your misguided ideals!"
"Hmph... amuse me."
As you hurry into a clearing, you notice a vampire, along with a group of Bloodwood elves.
"Tahmuras! The razer! Lend us your aid!"
"And who is this?"
As the vampire looks at you, an elf comes up from behind him with her blade and tries to slit his throat. The vampire transforms into a swarm of bats, then reforms above her, floating in the air.
"I give you one last warning. I will have your vow of peace and your cooperation... or I'll have your blood."
"Peace is for the meek. Attack!"
Will you attack the vampire, or acquire about his deal of peace?
If you attack, you must make a card that could deal with Thim in an actual game of magic. Points will given based mainly on balance, realism, and syntax.
Your entry, if you make one, will be scored from 0-15. For every point below 10 your entry is, you will take 1 damage. Your HP is 10.
Criteria:
• 5 points for overall effect and balancing.
• 4 points for realism, following color pie, and proper rarity. You may lose a point if the effect of the card is unclear.
• 3 points for fitting the colors and themes of your character, and actual effect in magic. (Character: Red. Faction: Gruul. You may add one color to your identity at any time, but this change is permanent.)
• 2 points for proper grammar and syntax
• 1 point for flavor (text not required; mainly checking if overall fell of the card fits its art, name, etc.
https://mtgcardsmith.com/view/searing-dismissal
"Everyone! Keep your distance! I don't think you wanna be on the menu when I cook this guy up!"
Gathering a ball of flame in my hand, I send it at the vampire, hoping to burn him to a crisp.
"I take it you're not in on peace, are you?"
He prepares to cast a spell as his flesh begins to burn away to bone, but he's late. The fire burns away at his arm, eventually causing it to char off and crumble.
"...foolish mongrels. Don't say I never warned you."
He disappears again, but this time, the swarm of bats split up and attack the elves, biting each and everyone one of them. They return to the spot they came from, and Thim reappears, beginning to draw in the blood from the bitten elves as their skin turns pale.
"Listen here, furball. I'm an heir to the true royal family of Reighart, not one of those Reliqid pretenders. Right now, you're a threat to my survival, and possibly to the world. The Bloodwood must die, but I'll give you one last chance to defect. The world's survival depends on it."
You dealt 2 damage to Thim. He has 3 HP left. You may continue fighting, or take up his offer.
I choose to continue fighting him.
As your allies drop to the ground, they begin to grow fangs. Thim's remaining hand fills with a dark energy, and he raises a finger. The same dark energy fills the eyes of your allies, and they rise and turn to face you.
"You have one last chance to reconsider... or this will be the fate that awaits you."
Make another card, using the same criteria as before.
https://mtgcardsmith.com/view/trifold-fire
"Damn you, Bloodwood scum! Must you turn everything to ash?"
"As long as insolents like you stand in our way," the Bloodwood general begins, "there is fuel for the fire. It goes without saying that you'll pay for what you've done... but I have something interesting in mind."
"Wh-what are you doing?!"
The general approaches the burning vampire and grabs him by the collar. Jagged teeth emerge from the general's mouth as she smiles.
"You're coming with us."
What happens next depends on Vryx's response. Thim has been neutralized.
@Bowler218 As you continue to watch over Nsatar, you feel a staggering pain inside of your head. The view over Nsatar begins to become unstable as your mind is filled with an urgent call.
"Vryx! The Bloodwood! I'm outmatched here. I need help!"
Timmy. You can feel it. He's on the brink of death!
Will you aid Timmy, or remain to aid the fight against TImothy?
Uh, we have yet to have a new prompt
I think you know what I'm going to do.
I will be a couple hours later than expected. Tablet is dying and we're about to be running errands.
Alyssa:
"Ah. Miss Rosetoile. I'm glad you decided to bring the crew along. I am well aware of your tragic past. For years, you've sought to find an illusive treasure, even when your search meant losing everything, nearly including your life. You are brave to cling to what most would find a suicidal life goal, braveness you should be quite proud of. You have pillaged and sailed with unwavering courage, and made quite the name for yourself. I would be crass not to share with you the secret to what you seek, but be warned. Your journey will likely be as perilous as the last, but I can assure you that you will make it this time. With my power, you will finally claim what is rightfully yours."
Power sweeps through the ship's crew, bestowing upon them all the knowledge of wealth, and the power to claim it.
Alyssa thanks Zanletesh, then leaves the area with her crew.
Scarf:
Zanletesh turns to face Scarf, and smiles.
"I know what you truly desire, young child of Nasita. You seek more chaos and carnage than Nasita has to offer! Hahahahaha! As for immortality, that can easily be arranged, if you're will to stick to your... existing routine, and as long as your wiling to aid me in the fight against the Six."
Scarf chuckles. "Is it really that easy?"
Zanletesh can't help but feel slightly offended. "Yes. You have my word. My promise."
As the blood continues to drip from Scarf's hand, a red aura surrounds him, and he begins to resonate with a crimson mist.
"Hahaha! Wow! I feel incredible!"
"With this power, you can do anything you set your mind to. A simple payment; you have the power to fell even the greatest beings, and you'll never tire. And if you just do happen to bite the dust, you will rise again."
Rusty walks up to Scarf and punches him in the shoulder. "Now you done f***ed up. You literally just said 'I do' to being married to this demon's ass for all time!
"Least I'm not married to an axe! Or a dead who-"
"Woah!" Lilith breaks up the altercation. "Scarf. That was low even for you!"
Lilith:
"You know too well Deborah was a wretched woman," Zanletesh begins, "but I digress. You said you seek knowledge of Jessica and Danny... a very simple request, I would be glad to fulfill."
The blood from Lilith's wound and her blade begins to swirl through the air, spiraling around Zanletesh. The chains surrounding him whirl, nearly striking the more mortal beings below, and then the blood forms a small wall of mist in front of Zanletesh.
"Listen carefully. Once these secrets are told, they may never told again. I am bypassing an incredibly powerful magic spell to seek this information. I do not know who Jessica is aiding, but whoever they are, they want to keep their identity and their whereabouts a secret. As for Jessica herself..."
The mist begins to shine with light, and a clear vision pierces the mist. Jessica is in black garb, face obscured, and she seems to be gathering magic artifacts in a dark underground chamber.
"Jessica is in Racrion. She seeks to not be disturbed. She had a personal reason for not telling you she was leaving."
"Thank you. Now... about Danny..."
The vision disappears from the mist, and Zanletesh absorbs it into his body. Then, he frowns.
"Danny is feeble minded. When the visions filled his mind, they bent and bent and bent at the edges of his mind until they broke. Mind-death. He nearly became a victim of total mental annihilation."
"Mind death?"
"His transformation will likely be permanent. He will have to slowly relearn his past. As much as I could restore his memory, if I did it now, it would destroy him, likely shattering his mind completely."
"Welp! I don't miss the old Danny!" Scarf gently bumps Lilith with his elbow. "I'll just torment the guy who can't keep it in his pan-"
"F*** you! You expect me to just sit around after you mock Debora?... you can burn in Hell!" Rusty goes to punch Scarf, but in an instant, he dodges, then punches back. Rusty is sent flying into the air, a tooth knocked loose from the counterattack.
"Heheheh! Well then! I've never been much of a fighter, but I guess that changes that!"
"Rusty!" Lilith comes over to a downed Rusty, but he pushes her to the ground.
"I ain't gonna get schooled by some teenage twerp!" Rusty grabs his axe, then throws it at Scarf, busting straight through his right shoulder.
"Everyone just stop!"
Are you going to interfere? If so, explain the nature of your interference.
K'trinop decides to haunt a blade possessed by a nearby cultist, causing that cultist to strike at another cultist.
When that person is slain, the attacker, along with K'Trinop themself, burn away into nothing but ash. Soon after, the ash reforms into humanoid abomination of writhing with pure wrath. At the cost of two souls and their self-restraint, K'Trinop has become corporeal, yet more alien. They have become an avatar of plane and its hatred of the Curse of Rebirth. They have become the Scourge of Rebirth.
Draundr has had enough.
He exerts a powerful blast of White mana, incapacitating everyone besides himself, Schoren, and Zanletesh.
Draining the land around them, the grass and soil become drained of its nutrients, this didn't appease him, so he punched a withered tree until it became dust.
@EnvyReaper Make a card to represent your actions. It will be judged as usual, with a target score of 10 or above.
@Bowler218 also @EnvyReaper : Shh...
@Bowler218 Sorry I wasn't able to get to you yesterday. I'll try to fit a response in in the next 2 hours I've got.
"Vryx... are you okay?"
Vryx loses focus, and his link to Nsatar breaks. He's grimacing as a new vision fills his eyes. Timmy, scorched in flames, missing an arm, and being dragged by elves in Bloodwood garb. He's slowly dying from his wounds, singed with arcane magic. And following him is a leonin...
"A leonin? I thought they were exiled from the Bloodwood..." Arlin is confused. For years, leonin had not been a part of the Bloodwood clan. Something isn't right about their resurgence, "though, with their home destroyed, and their allies dead, they're likely getting desperate. It's apparent Timmy followed through on the plan, but things didn't work out..." Arlin looks down at the ground. "We need to help him. I trust him at this point. If he's willing to risk his life like this, then we should be willing to do the same."
Vryx is in full agreement. He tells Verth he's leaving, before he's suddenly stopped by Uvras.
"Wait!" A moment passes, and Uvras looks down with hesitation. "It's going to be a lot more dangerous out there now. If Timothy is really escalating in power this quickly, then we need all the help we can get." Uvras motions towards Vryx's hand. "Vryx. I think I can trust you enough to bear this power. Verth, I hope you feel the same."
Gathering a large amount of mana in his hands, Uvras pulled at the same threads of magic he had imbued into Verth. In a moment's notice, the ring had disappeared from Vryx's hands, and he was given the same great power.
"It will take some time to get used to, I'm sure, but I have given you a great power... the power to control your transformations at will. Your curse is now a gift. Remember. This power must not be used for personal gain. I wish you safe luck on your travels, and I hope you can get used to your power in good timing."
"It's good to have allies like this, Vryx." Nohel comes over to speak to Vryx. "I'm sure you'll get used to transforming on a regular basis. In the meantime, I will be protecting Verth if anyone tries to do anything to harm in. Go now, brave hunter. Thim isn't going to save himself."
Thim?
"You know him as Timmy. Now go!"
@EpicBoss99
As you continue to peer into Nsatar's soul, he centaur shudders. He could feel it as Vryx's watching eyes left him. And he isn't the only one who noticed.
A sharp cracking of knuckles fills the air as Timothy smiles at Nsatar. "Looks like it's just you, me, and the ravens. Well, one anyways. Seems like dear old birdbrain Vryx got disheartened, but personally, I wouldn't blame any of you for running away at this point. After all, the fate of Stitia could fall on whether or not you wake up tomorrow! Hahahahaha! No. No. Even better. Where you wake up tomorrow, because just between you and me, a good general should always have a warhorse to ride into battle, and having one that's noble, loyal, and willing to give his life just to preserve his fractured ideals of honor would be splendid!"
"We centaurs are no animals," Nsatar kicks up dust and looks Timothy in the eyes, "unlike you, pathetic wretch!" You can feel that he's actually scared, but he's doing his best to put on his war face. "I can make it through this. I just need to keep on a straight head... gah! That aura again! He's trying to provoke me into attacking, isn't he?! His mere presence... it's a source of rage!"
"That's the spirit! Raise your weapon, brave centaur! Your little scuffs didn't leave a mark on me. Show me what you can really do! Prove to me you have what it takes!"
@Bowler218
As you look towards the sky, you look down and close your eyes. You have the power to transform... but how? Either way, time is of the essence, so you try to mimic the motions. Verth always made some sort of motion before he transformed, but your thinking is interrupted when you realize a sensation running through you. It's as though by will alone, you cast a spell inside of your soul. In the matter of seconds, wings begin to unfurl. Your feet turn to talons. You're disoriented as your nose and mouth become replaced by a beak, and in an instant, everything about you has changed. Arlin backs away, but instead of temptation, your mind is filled with clarity. This time, you're in control.
You can now use your Werecrow form to travel faster, or in combat.
You take a moment to practice. You look back to that night, when nature took over. When you flew into the woods, away from that church. You remember the technique. It's almost as if you had known it all your life. After taking a few minutes to practice flying, you land. Arlin helps you strap Thylinder to your back, and she once again becomes part of it. A mere spirit once again. After one last check, you fly straight towards Woewedt, not wasting a second.
@Bower218 @TAHMURAS
Vryx glides high above when he realizes something... off. Where the Bloodwood Hometree once stood stands a new tree, much thicker and lively.
"What in Sprot's name?" Arlin says, spirit following close behind so she can look. "I thought the tree was destroyed."
So did Vryx. Suddenly, he hears shouting below, and it emanates in his head.
"Vryx! Arlin! I'm down here!"
Vryx dives down, and as he nears the ground, he gathers the attention of the Bloodwood down below... but... are they elves? They seem vampiric in appearance.
"Thank goodness you're here! I thought I- I thought I..."
"...was going to die?" The apparent leader of the group begins. "Well, you'd be correct. You are going to die. In the meantime..."
A leonin in the back of the group turns to see someone landing. Tahmuras sees a humanoid crow, who looks at the vampire, then at him. A spirit follows behind it, taking the form of a Dawnwood elf.
Vryx sees a stoic leonin, burning fire in his hands. He stares Vryx straight in the eyes, and knows he's not welcome.
"Bloodwood... I thought you were dead..." Arlin draws Thylinder and prepares to fire.
"I should say the same thing... Arlin. Tahmuras! Have at them!"
Each of you must make a card depicting the action you will take. They will be judged, and the player with the lowest score will take damage equal to the difference. Each of you have 10 HP
https://mtgcardsmith.com/view/somnomancy
(honestly, the hardest part was the name, and finding a way to not make it a stupid copy of sleep.)
So the faries are crowding in, the other Owuians right behind. This is bad. Enerew had attempted to avoid harming the residents of Owu; they were the second closest thing that he had to a family. But they were threatening the closest: his crew. Nearly in tears about having to obliterate them, he prepared to cast a spell that would have destroyed the island itself. As it neared the completeion, he hesitated, and the spell fizzled. He couldn't do it. There were so many reasons to, but his will faltered. Despratly, he wracked his head for another solution. The real issue here wasn't that he was trapped; his ship was approaching rapidly. Nor was it that he was surrounded by enemies. Well, that was an issue, however, the real problem was one of time. Given time, he could do whatever he needed. Something flickered at the back of his mind.
"Time. I need time. I don't want these deaths on my head, and I don't want to stay here. What can buy me some time?"
An old spell, practically a prank, rose to mind. One of the favorites of his and his friends. When he had been a kid, they used to cast it on elderly people. Obviously, it was totally unsuitable for the current situation, but with a bit of editing...
Enerew's mind worked faster than ever. Pulling bits from some of the other spells he knew, he cobbled together a new, improved spell. Who cared that it wasn't efficient? It was what he needed.
"Rest, misguided ones." he whispered to the air, as out from the air, fairies started dropping, wolfkin curling up for a nap, and elves measured out their lengths in the gently swaying grasses.
Enerew gently wiped a tear from his eye. Even if he had survived, he had not won this. Indeed, in this situation, no one won.
(I'm really hoping this works. Either way, I like how I wrote the story.)