Magic The Gathering: My Series

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Battlebond: Valor (Chapter 7)

Valor’s Reach (Arena Front)

The sounds of swords is all that could be heard in front of the arena and then a crackle of magic. After the smoke cleared, a growl of frustration; he had missed his bounty once again.

“I see this is a different type of vampire, I see I’ll have to post a bounty and follow anyone who answers.”, he groaned but with sunrise a short time away it was logical. As he flew away he passed a window as a flame flickered at the table in the room. In the room sat Nat, unable to sleep from her indecisiveness of what to guess of Viset. He was distracted, just too distracted, maybe home was still on his mind. What was it? What as it?!! She shot up in her chair. “It’s me.”

Skygrowth Reach (Bridgeway/Council Chambers)

Huritt wasted no time rushing to the Council Chambers of Nadie Hausis. No matter his attempts to sneak in and out of Skygrowth Reach they would always know of his arrival.

So he simply kept moving as fast as he could, avoiding contact with anyone. Any number of spells could’ve been casted, regardless of Nadie’s barrier over the reach. He greeted her quickly as to get to the point right away, when she held her hand up to pause him.

“My daughter is in danger, in her attempt to run away from you.”, she begin to chide him. “Why not simply chase after her until she’s tired? You will at least have exhaustion in common.” A small bird landed on the table, usually a dead on the spot give away that Peta Kanti was in the room and did not like what she was hearing. She landed right next to her brother and looked at Nadie with the most serious resolve her face could muster and said “Draccrap.” As she recalled her bird she continued, “This is not something to be forced, you said so yourself. See him? I follow him, protect him, keep the maidens of your court from trying to give him a fancy. Where is Oota Dabun?!” Huritt nudges her not to bring it up but she continues anyway. “Here’s a Clue (2, Sacrifice this artifact: Draw a card.), Chief! She’s been chasing after my brother when she should be protecting Kimi Koko like I protect him!!” Huritt interrupted, “That’s enough!! Clearly if she had been trained in fighting she would protect her sister, you know that.” Nadie sunk her head which made Huritt apologize immediately. She pushed her words pass her embarrassment, “She herself has a defender, her father’s eagle, have you ever given notion to the fact she might want to learn from him?” Peta couldn’t believe her ears, time to nip this Goblin Springer show in the bud. “I can train Oota, when my brother is here she feels the need to be around. She’ll be around but she will not be hassling my brother, she needs this. Maybe if Kimi sees her sister being groomed into a potential warrior bride she’ll stop running and putting herself in danger. Nadie was happy, Huritt was relieved, and Peta-- was sick to her stomach. She darted her brother a look like, “You owe me, don’t screw up.” 

Then she went outside where Oota already was trying to eavesdrop and started pulling her away by her headdress, she protested, “Mom, are you really gonna let her do this?!!”

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This is canon

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Battlebond: Valor (Chapter 6)

A male Drow talking to his son.

There was a mutiny against the matriarch of the den, at the time of her death her name was stricken from their history. Doubts of her power started along the outskirts of the swamps and this resonated with the male Drow as well as female Drow that grew bored with the leading tasks and felt an unequal contest in not at least letting all Drow compete for what him or her wanted. Even the contest of male vs female; the idea was laughable but wanted, and what a Drow wants--

There was no better leader to take on this challenge than Nittawosew, Drow Festermancer. She was a very skilled necromancer, but her real talent was being able to use this on things dying, not just dead but dying. Yet, she was wasted on breeding up new Drow, mostly female which is what she produced. The duty disgusted her, when given the opportunity to showcase her festermancy she was looked down upon and told she would be blight upon them if she ascended any higher in the matriarchy. Then their treachery with the other elves against the Tiefling Brood happened, their refusal to have her on the battlefield was the last straw for her. Whenever a Drow would die away from eyes she would store their bodies in another hidden place in the swamp. When she had the chance to she would practice and practice, soon she could even make the ailment in person’s body spread until it consumed them. She “befriended” other people who thought like her, as for them and their male Drow they secretly started working together away from prying eyes. Anyone who happen to spot them came up missing. Two Drow that upheld her cause greatly was Iken Kishi and her mate Mitse Toke; they hated the idea expendable mates and constant sacrifice to prove their right to exist.

When the battle broke out, there was no negotiations and no pleading; the men and women definitely died, along with any child that rose their hand to attack. Anyone who died simply became part of Nittawosew’s army, the matriarch’s gate guards where pushovers when faced with the overwhelming forces of an undead army. At which point Nittawosew’s and the unnamed matriarch’s forces were evenly matched; the matriarch decided she would not perish without killing Nittawosew. No one spotted her attack and it would’ve surely killed her, but then a blast of packed cold snow blocked the attack and when steam cleared--

No one ever expected Suma Kichi to ever show his face in Drow territory again after being banished. It only took was one shot from his bow and arrow, the agonizing scream off her was heard throughout. “Now I am banished for a reason.” He said as he turned to Nittawosew, “Our son is doing amazing.” Nittawosew knew that Suma would not be staying for her reign, even the scent of a Drow was no longer on him. She was relieved to here that the only child she had with an agreeable mate was strong, healthy, and powerful like the both of them. He would return when he was of age and bring some part of Suma back to her. There was now a new matriarch, at first it was not easy but over time we’ve all settled into a way of life that progresses. Word has it Nittawosew is looking to snag herself a new mate, for keeps this time too.

The male Drow’s son looked up to him and said “Is she gonna fight for him?” The bewildered look on his father’s face clued him in that this so called mate was not a Drow for sure, but he was indeed an Elf. He smiled.

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Battlebond: Valor (Chapter 5)

Sacrificial Outside (Temple)

The Jackalfolk Guard announced Eshir as she walked into the room speaking to Kairan, “This isn’t a social call, are you aware, your highness?” Kairan grumble under his breath, then he spoke clearly, “If this is about my brother, kill him.” Eshir frowned at him, it seems all royalty she deals with love to rule but not enforce their borders. “And have discord among everyone? You know your subjects wouldn’t see the putting down of your brother by us as favorable.”

He stood up and grumble again them spoke, “I have banished him, are you to tell me that my own people would turn?!” He began to cast at her hitting the invisible artifact knights that appeared when blocking as a shield for Eshir. There was a loud roar that made everything stand still as Vitamor the Leonin Duke dropped down from the ceiling and landed directly in front of Kairen, “You dare raise your foul hand to cast at a woman? She simply hasn’t struck you for my sake, jackal. Your answer is given, but know this, your brother must be dealt with by your own and if you don’t then we will. What would your subjects think if a jackalfolk had to be employed in the service of leonins to clean up one of your messes?” Kairan huffed, “No one would dare!! A traitor after the exodus from Amonkhet? Never!” Vitamor and Eshir were already leaving, ignoring his words.

Meanwhile in Dueler’s Field

A young jackalfolk is running through the fields but something pauses him in his tracks, a sound? No, a song, he runs towards the sound of a flute playing until he came to the sight of someone sitting on a rock. “What are you?”, he ask. Apisi looked up from his flute, “My name Apisi, now that you know me, I feel the need to tell you something. You will be king, when you are, be a good one and you will find the peace you seek.” He went back to playing his flute, and being bombarded with questions from the young jackalfolk but did not answer him until he seemed angry, “Are you going to strike me? Fight your trait, you clearly have been on your own so why behave as they do?”

How do you respond to that? He couldn’t help but sit down and just listen to Apisi play his flute. The songs, each song was a spell, but what kind of spell?

The other side of Dueler’s Field

“You could have told me you were going, Eshir.”, Vitamor said staring at her while they were walking trying to get her to look at him. She kept her eyes forward and still answered him bluntly, “So you could send a small army with me? You might as well sound the war horn if you did that. It’s important for me to appear neutral.” Vitamor stood in front of her, “I didn’t want anything to happen to you, being in jackalfolk territory.” Eshir smiled at him, “I thought you of all people would know we shouldn’t show our whole hand. Don’t care so much, you’ll expose yourself. Besides-- Jackalfolk can’t smell artifacts.” She had been back and forth about how she feels about the duke, Vitamor smiled, because for the time being-- that was enough for him.

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Battlebond: Valor (Chapter 4)

The Outer Grove

Viset regained consciousness, still a werewolf. “What on earth happened?”, he thought still trying to piece everything together. He had been running through a swamp and suddenly his instincts seem to overwhelm him as he ran. Anger, frustration, and the urge to mangle something and then--

A couple of arrows and knives flew passed him, even though he hadn’t been who the Drow were after, a ravenous unknown creature in their territory warranted an attack. Viset kept running and could care less about the small nuisance they were, he wanted to kill something big. 

At the edge of the swamp he got his wish, after a green glow from the swamp there was a faint rumble that grew and grew. Whatever it was he stayed ahead of it and lead it through the forest, then took a leak and teleported a far way off, something he learn trying to planeswalk back to Earth and failing. There the Cowl Prowler was but something was off about its movement-- It was chasing someone else, “NO!! MY KILL!! MINE!!!” Viset used his grip of the earth to propel himself into running full blast. What a bloody rush, he just knew he would take down this huge conquest of a monster. Just several yards away, he was tripped by someone which sent him flying into the Cowl Prowler knocking its head off as he howled.

Remembering everything, he stood up and came face to face with a wisp, a wolf-o-wisp and suddenly his mind started to come back to him. Then his wounds begin to mend, Nat appeared in front of him glowing but snarling like she was highly ticked off. “Is she?”, Viset thought to himself but then remembered the Prowler’s corpse. Before he could mutter a bark she started blasting the length of it with fireballs and shocks which completely burnt it up without torching the forest. Viset whimpered at the blast but the accuracy of destruction made him happy enough to wag his tail. Then he caught a clawed slap to his face, he figured it out and handed her the satchel after taking his clothes out and started transforming to put his clothes back on by a nearby tree. His thoughts were “Why do I keep staying into it with her, what is she so afraid of?” Nat stepped out from behind a tree a fully clothed human, “Almost sunrise, time to head back.”, she said with a smug grin on her face. Which gave Viset pause, “This chick is crazy.”

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Battlebond: Valor (Chapter 3)

Somewhere outside the Outer Grove

Huritt ran pass his sister then she followed asking, “What did you do?!” His smile half gone said, “nítssayi’tsimaa Drow iksamaoko’si.” She scowled at him. He was suppose to be negotiating food and a lookout for Kimi, his human fiance. Peta was somewhat jealous of her brother, all he has to do is grin and people take to him; while she has to force people to respect her at the edge of her sword. 

Still running with him toward the mountains, she asked “Was it Nittawosew?” With Huritt’s smile completely off his face, she had her answer. They were rare after all, the last two members of their tribe, Burning Nature. Nittawosew was one of the Drow (Dark Elf) leaders that wanted Huritt to join them as penance for their forefather’s treachery and cowardice when they allied with Burning Nature against the Tiefling Brood. Huritt could not accept because of his own personal feelings and also the fact that he kept Peta a secret from everyone and as far as the world is concerned he is the last of the Burning Nature tribe. He even refuses his headdress, letting his sister style and wear it how she saw fit; that way if she were to be spotted they would assume her a man. They were almost to the mountains, when the ground started rumbling. “You got trouble.”, Peta said as she jumped to the trees. They both turned to see a Cowl Prowler.

Before they could make a move a werewolf howled as it slammed into its head out of seemingly nowhere and breaking it. Even though it’s a creature they’ve never seen before other than a spirit wolf, it was still a chance to get away and they took it. Good thing, too, because the Cowl Prowler’s head even though severed from its body woke up and continued to charge at them. They were at the base of the mountain, they waited until it got close enough, both Huritt and Peta yelled “Now!!” and jumped as high as they could. As it crashed into mountainside Huritt cast a spell to burn it and from the flames came red and green birds that carried them up to the top. Birds continue to come from the flames until the Prowler was reduced to nothing.

“I didn’t mean to mess up negotiations... again. But I never let us go hungry.”, Huritt said while reaching for the food the birds brought to them. “So where to now?”, Peta managed to say between bites of food. He spitted seeds off the edge, “To Skygrowth Reach, I think I might have just caused them a problem.”

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My most favorite Commander doing his things Shield Sphere is his best friend

[mtg-brokentoken]

Don’t believe I have this in my Arcades deck. But Arcades is actually doing surprisingly well.

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Battlebond: Valor (Chapter 2)

Purefalls (Streams)

“So, you’ve seen all of this in a game?”, Nat looked at Viset sideways. Viset was shuffling playing cards and he pulled the top card and it started glowing, “It was a card game, popular too depending on who you ask.” He threw the card into the water which splashed up--

Saltwater Stalwart knelt at the edge of the water as if awaiting orders. Viset explained that he was summoned to see if he could copy the merfolk’s appearance. He’d figure since casting was so easy that his shapeshifting would be just as well. Nat couldn’t help but laugh at his frustration, and then kicked him into the water; “Merfolk are native to the water--” “And grass! We’re not landless as most people assume.”, Stalwart exclaimed while Viset rose out the water. 

Viset and Stalwart glanced at each other and summoned a pillar of water to splash Nat for kicking him into the water, feeling just cause she was helpful doesn’t mean it was necessary. “What’s your damage, Viset!!!”, Nat casted a Call To Heel on Saltwater Stalwart and the merfolk vanished. “I want out of here!! And I can’t! I can’t--”, his head sank as he shifted back, “This place is a dream come true but-- to know I can’t go back, anywhere but back is a nightmare.” Nat joined him in the water and raised his head until their eyes met, “I have no doubt there’s a way, none at all-- Thing is, we’ll never know if we were to sit here and sulk. I know it’s been months but look at you now, we should be exploring together! We’re ready for the arena! We, you hear me, us! I’m not alone in this anymore and that’s because of you, now this place is anything but a nightmare to me.” The sun was setting as if to hide from the moon as it rose. 

He was speechless, up until this point he really only worried about himself but realized that he hadn’t been alone through all of this. If anything he should be even more understanding seeing as she’s been here longer than him. Nat put her clothes on the side of the stream while transformed before his eyes; first her fur, her claws, her face, then her shaping which surprisingly just complimented her. Her eyes spoke to his thoughts, “You have such a heart without a reason, even now you don’t think I’m really any different.” She signaled for him to track her into he forest, her fur glowed as she ran into the grass. Viset put their clothes in a satchel and begin to transform, it was becoming easier and less crunchy. After a stretch and a deep breath in, he trailed her, following her scent when he didn’t see her tracks. “Please tell me you’re not making this easy for me.”, he thought while picking up his pace only to run smack dab into some tall plains. “Crap!”, he lost the scent-- or perhaps. Viset crouched low and then jumped as high as he could and saw exactly what Nat had been doing. He leaped from one little circle she made to another until he was out. Nothing, “No scent, but-- There!! Tracks.”

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N-- no-- No-- NO!-- uh-uh-- Nope.

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If it’s not Goblins, it’s Wizards; or both. -_-*

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Gisa and Geralf is Wednesday and Pugsley

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Battlebond: Valor (Chapter One)

-In one of Valor’s Reach hallways-

“...On my plane, planes are called planets and flying constructs and artifact are called planes. You can imagine my confusion when I planeswalked here to Kylem, to find that it’s endless nature and a grand arena at it’s center.”, Vizet explained to Mera Brona, the Arena Rector.

“I understand your predicament, but also understand this is an arena, do you have any fighting experience?”, she ask hesitantly.

“Just hand-to-hand against other humans, weren’t you listening to anything I said earlier. I came from a place of nothing but humans, HUMANS!!”, Vizet huffed as he was getting nowhere with the cleric who seemed amused at the new short-tempered planeswalker.

“We have formal training facilities but to be honest with you most warriors use the wild and arena itself. Nat, you can come out now.”, she motioned to someone and she stepped out from behind the pillar.

“Bruh!”, her voice echoed before walking up to him. “ I’m from Earth like you but you trippin’ right now. If anything you should’ve just asked me. You saw me at the entrance, you had a different skin then.” Her words puzzled him, a different skin, what is she talking about? Nat held up a mirror to Vizet, “You a shapeshifter, bruh.”

By this time the Arena Rector left about her way, satisfied that referring him to someone that’s been through this before would guide him in the right direction. Besides, she had more pressing matters to attend to with a certain oddsmaker.

And in a loud echo at Vizet’s sight of himself changing screams, “What the--!!” Nat grabbed him by both his shoulders, “Dude, calm down and listen very carefully. We’re from Earth, I think it has something to do with the zodiac, what sign are you?” Vizet took a deep breath, regained his appearance and answered, “A Gemini.” Nat scoffed, “That explains it, well, we certainly in the right place. Hardly anyone sticks out like a sore thumb here, except for champions. Come on, let’s get you to training.

Meanwhile in the Arena, a hard down battle of Martial Magic was interrupted by Bramble Sovereign who sent a flood of Feral Hydra into the arena. The judges made it official, whoever could clean up this mess and take her down wins. The Soulblades and Blarings has been trying to reach champion status, any amount of win would help.

They all looked to each other. “They’re here for a show.”, Blaring Recruiter nodded to Soulblade Renewer. “All together then?”, Soulblade Corrupter asked. Blaring Captain answered with a nod also and the fight was on.

Blaring Recruiter summoned up a swarm of warriors to charge in as Soulblade Renewer called down a rain of blades into the Feral Hydras. The crowd roared while they rushed through the fray, Soulblade Corrupter gave the warriors’ blades Deathtouch. The goblin fans were extra loud at the calamity, the elves were not impressed until-- The Soulblades pinned Bramble Sovereign from the sides, Blaring Recruiter from behind, before everyone knew it Blaring Captain went full Inner Demon and uppercut Bramble Sovereign out the arena. Music blared while fans threw confetti everywhere as they cheered; as this was the first time four competitors fought together. The elves in the skybox looked across the way to see the Arena Rector nod at them before leaving, this left them feeling offput until they looked upon one of their own brood cheering happily.

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Depending on the draw.

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Raising the Bar, One Player at a Time

Remember. If you’re a jerk, people won’t want to play against you. And if you have nobody to play against, Magic isn’t very fun. True, it’ll probably never get to the point where everyone knows your MTGO name, your LGS, etc, but why let it even start down that road at all?

You might not be able to please everyone, but you don’t (typically) need to be a jerk to anyone. Magic is a community. Don’t make your part of it toxic.

[goblin-haberdasher]

One of the most important parts of mastering a skill is learning how to teach it to others effectively.

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…the warlord had arrogantly assumed from Aminatou’s childlike demeanor that simply threatening her would be enough to bully her into obedience. Now his forces were gone; drowned in the muddy bog that seemed to go on around him for miles. It wasn’t until the muck had reached the middle of his torso that he realized he had no way to stop his own sinking, and his rage turned to panic. 

“Please!” the warlord begged, “I could be a mighty ally for you! It’s said that you have the power to shift the fates and change one’s destiny. I see now that this defeat was my own doing, but I can change! Please save me from this terrible fate. Don’t let me die a humiliating death in this stinking, foul place!” 

Aminatou said nothing, but continued to move the water with her stick as she stood above the bog. 

“Listen to me!” the warlord screamed, desperation dripping from his voice. “Don’t you realize who I am? I can give you anything! Just save me, and I’ll do anything!” 

Aminatou looked at him with lazy eyes. “Anything?” 

“Yes! Yes!” cried the warlord, his shoulders disappearing below the slime. “ANYTHING!!” 

“Then pewish.” 

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Baetog frowns upon land destruction