#agrus kos

[xantchaslegacy]

[googlyeyesonmagiccards]

Chronically 2 days away from retirement

[lesbianralzarek]

good morning to the singular person on edhrec who made an agrus kos deck that runs feather and to that person only

[umbral-the-archivist]

"Bell Borca was Agrus Kos's investigation partner as a Wojek. Wojeks are essentially law enforcement detectives of the Boros Legion. His untimely demise before the Decamilliennial and subsequent cover up led Agrus Kos to uncover the plot of Szadek and House Dimir to destroy the Guildpact and expose the long thought destroyed guild to the masses." -Umbral, the Archivist

[5ecardaday]

And here we have the first converted card from Ravnica, Agrus Kos, star of the original Ravnica novelization. I had a lot of really great ideas on what to do for Agrus Kos, and I ended up deciding that using all of them wouldn’t be out of line, for such an interesting character. His lore here is really just a short run-down of his role in the novels, which seemed appropriate. Also google is highlighting like, everything in the below paragraphs as misspellings.

Agrus Kos was once a highly decorated member of the Wojek League of the Boros, a group dedicated to maintaining the peace and wellbeing of the people of Ravnica. Over the course of his decades of service, Agrus attained high commendations for his service, and was awarded time and again for his efforts. Unfortunately, these many years took a toll on Agrus’ wellbeing, ravaging his body and mind, and led to a condition in which any further healing magic would risk ending his life rather than saving it.

Wojek League’s Lead Investigator.  After a rocky start, Agrus would spend many years achieving fame as a successful investigator within the Boros’ Legion. This work was tazing to both body and mind, but rewarding to Argus’ sense of purpose and desire to protect others. During the training of his replacement, Agrus stumbled upon a conspiracy by Szadek, the leader of the secretive Dimir guild, to uproot the millenia-old Guildpact and instill himself as the ruler of all Ravnica. Together with the help of his allies, Agrus ended the threat that the vampiric Szadek posed, saving Ravnica but helping to lead to the Guildpact’s ultimate end. The fame this act brought proved too much for Agrus to handle, who retired soon thereafter.

Permanent Retirement. After having prevented Szadek from achieving his goals, Agrus retired to work as an Orzhov security guard, crossing paths with the future leader of the Orzhov, Teysa Karlov. Together, they discovered the secret plans of the mad archmage Zomaj Huac, helping to prevent him from establishing a new family of dangerous dragons under his control. In their final bid to stop the archmage’s plans, Agrus Kos crashed in an Izzet observation sphere, and was killed when his friend Crixizix attempted to revive Argus with a healing potion, causing the Boros veteran’s heart to stop.

Threat of Project Kraj. After his death, clauses in Agrus Kos’ Wojek contract put his spirit under assignment working as an enforcer for the Azorius Senate. During this time, Agrus was summoned by the Grand Arbiter to stop the vampiric Szadek once more, who had returned to try and cause the final downfall of the Guildpact. Agrus used his new spectral form to infiltrate a Simic lab working with Szadek, discovering the creation of Project Kraj, a monstrous ooze posing an enormous danger to Ravnica. In the end, Agrus was able to end this threat as well, helping to trap Szadek at last, only to release the vampire to fight against the corrupt Grand Arbiter. In the end, Agrus was brought back once more by his angelic friend Feather, and appointed as a guard in the new spirit district of Agyrem.

[wolkemesser]

Yet Seeking

The boot caught Fblthp in the shoulder, flinging him back several feet. He barely managed to scramble out of the way as the boot’s owner swept past, cursing the homunculus with a trail of obscenities.

The Orzhov cathedral crowds were the worst. All sullen and distracted, and rushing to get away from the droning pontiffs.

Fblthp hated it.

Still, there was no better time to sneak into an Orzhov establishment. Before Fblthp had found his place tending to the Azorius gardens, he had gotten his meals by pilfering the alms plate after services. The Orzhov had so much gold, and a single coin meant a month of meals for someone his size.

That had been a forgotten life, until Parisha had swept Fblthp away to meet another arrester, Lavinia. She needed someone to sneak into Orzhova, and apparently the Azorius kept thorough enough records of street-level crime that Fblthp had come up as a candidate.

“One of my Boros contacts is missing,” She had said, “Before he disappeared he told me that if anything happened to him, the syndicate would be behind it. I need someone who can search their facilities…and keep a low profile.”

She had been so relieved to find a homunculus with a record of infiltrating Orzhov buildings that Fblthp didn’t have the heart to tell her his trips had never taken him past the altars.

After all, the thrulls were always watching.

Fblthp couldn’t bear to be around thrulls. Always sniffing about, faces hidden by those horrible masks. They were almost as bad as crowds.

Luckily the pontiff was especially worked up that morning, and the thrulls were so busy fanning him that Fblthp was able to slip past them through the congregation and into the buildings adjoining the cathedral.

The corridors were easier to navigate than Fblthp had feared. To the Orzhov, Fblthp was just another servant scurrying around at knee-level, and the thrulls were too busy attending to their masters to pay him much mind. 

A few sniffed at Fblthp if he wandered too close, but the Orzhov seemed inclined to chastise the thrulls if they became distracted. Fblthp winced as one little fellow received a kick from its impatient master.

Those were the worst blows. The ones the big people meant to hit you with.

He wandered around the building for hours, scurrying through chambers when they appeared empty, and scrambling up steps as tall as he was, not finding anything that indicated a missing Boros soldier.

Eventually Fblthp found himself at a dead end at the top of a long spiral staircase; a wall of solid stone gargoyles tangled together. He was forlornly contemplating the task of scrambling all the way back down the steps when he noticed a small alcove between two of the gargoyles.

An entrance no one would see if they were taller than a foot. A servant’s entrance, big enough for the smaller thrulls.

Or perhaps a homunculus.

drip

Something splashed onto Fblthp’s head. Something warm and moist.

drip

Another splash. Slowly, Fblthp looked up…

…right into the face of a snarling thrull.

Fblthp almost fell backwards. The thrull dropped from the ceiling and hissed, opening its mouth to reveal a pit of gleaming teeth. It slithered in a circle around him, on long coils smooth and pale as stone.

Fblthp couldn’t take his eye off of the plate of gold sealed over the its face. The flesh around it was puckered with scars. From up close Fblthp could see that the eyes behind the mask were dry and blind.

It looked painful.

The thrull loomed closer, mouth almost as wide as Flbthp was.

Fblthp reached out and put a hand on the thrull’s face.

It recoiled, just barely. The mouth closed partway, and the thrull sniffed the air, uncertain.

Fblthp patted the thrull. The arresters did that with their dogs sometimes. They were always a little less scary when they were getting pats.

The thrull reached out with a single hand and felt at Fblthp’s head. He had to shut his eye so the thrull’s finger didn’t poke him. When Fblthp opened his eye, the thrull was lowering something onto his face. A mask. It was much too big, and he could barely see out of the little eye-slits.

The thrull gave Fblthp a chiding prod in the side and slithered off, hissing faintly, leaving Fblthp alone on the landing.

Fblthp squeezed between the two gargoyles and wriggled through a short tunnel. The passage deposited him into a rather unremarkable, if cluttered room. There were desks and papers everywhere, and despite the wide windows, which should have been letting in sunlight, it was full of shadows.

It looked like a place where things would be hidden. Fblthp took the mask off and crept through stacks of books, looking this way and that…

“You’re not a thrull.”

Fblthp spun around. There was a woman sitting in the corner, half-hidden by shadows.

“Who sent you? Karlov? Vuliev?”

Fblthp perked up. She was a prisoner. Maybe she would be able to help.

He held out his hand, and a small tattoo on his palm glowed with the Azorius sigil.

“So you are Lavinia’s idea of help? How did she know where I was?”

Fblthp shook his head.

“Nevermind. I require your assistance, little friend. Right now you and I are the only living creatures on this whole plane that know I am being kept here. I need to get out. Will you help?”

Fblthp nodded, and held the sigil up again for the woman to see.

“No. It can’t be Lavinia, or any of her arresters. The Obzedat have ways around the law that they’ve kept secret. I need you to find someone for me. Someone who has jurisdiction that goes beyond the guilds…”

She leaned over Fblthp, leaning heavily on her cane. Her eyes looked…tired? Pained? It was hard to tell when there were two of them.

“…tell me, have you ever heard of Agrus Kos?”

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[reuxben]

This was our MTGinktober for “Crooked,” starring *inhales deeeeeply, well, not really, but just go with it* Agrus Kos, Wojek Veteran; Ib Halfheart, Goblin Tactician; Isamaru, Hound of Konda; Odric, Master Tactician; and Pianna, Nomad Captain with a special guest appearance by Urza!  If you guessed all of the characters, why this is “Crooked” (without checking the tags or the source link), AND how the mics work, that’s pretty intense, homie! 

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[hirfael]

Agrus Kos, 6A! If you're still doing this.