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Meandering Towershell (Khans of Tarkir) - YW Tang

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Meandering Towershell (1 of 7) - Alexandre Chaudret

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Meandering Towershell by Alexandre Chaudret

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Can you do a back story for Meandering Towershell? He's clearly the best card and needs more attention.

Ter always knew he was different than the others of his species. While the others were content to lounge about all day debating the topics that were of interest to them he was more fascinated by the rest of the massive watery world they called their own. Being a Towershell was an amazing journey in and of itself because of their longevity.

Many years down the road the little pack of turtles that they once were had all grown and started families and began to continue the cycle of holing up whenever there was something big going on. But not Ter, he was curious and he would often go as far away from home as he dared to simply get a taste of the adventure.

Something big was happening. He could feel it in the air, in the very fabric of the world itself. It was changing. Rapidly. Something was happening that would affect all of them. One afternoon, while sunning himself on the beach and daydreaming of adventuring far into the sea on his own, a bright pulse of light engulfed everything, even him.

When it subsided nothing had really changed but the world was different. There was a new angle. It was almost like he was seeing things for the first time. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He found the others and they told him not to be ridiculous and that dreamer Ter probably just imagined the whole thing.

That night he made up his resolve. He was going to see the world and figure out exactly what was going on. He swam as far as he could go and found new land that he hadn’t been on before. He wasn’t scared, merely curious about this place he had found himself at.

A decimated army lay before him. Bodies that were almost far too numerous to count. This wasn’t just a common skirmish amongst the clans but this was outright slaughter. He felt sad and sickened by this. This wasn’t the way of Tarkir. He slunk back into the waters and continued on his way. He knew something didn’t feel right and this was proof.

While skirmishes were common they never fought with such vicious force. Even to a novice Towershell like him the world stank of new and bizarre magical energy and he didn’t like it. He presently found himself on an island that was under the control of the Jeskai, a peaceful but powerful people.

While his homeland fell under Sultai control not many of his people felt the same way about the world as they did. They were content to keep to themselves and grow up to be respectful Towershells. But it was not uncommon for them to encounter the other clans, usually in passing with some minor respects given to each other. After all, a Towershell was an impressive beast.

The Jeskai were mystics and monks, men of enlightenment and peace but not afraid to use force when there was no alternative. He was saddened to find the island largely empty except for a few monks that were dressed in mourning. He asked what happened.

They explained that a contingent of warriors from the lands of Mardu swept through the area wiping out anything that stood in their way. He asked of the clan leaders and the monks shook their heads. “What clan leaders?” they asked. “There are only the dragons, as there has always been.”

Ter shook his head. Unbelievable. There were no dragons on Tarkir. There were legends, oh yes. The clans each took pride in their resemblance of dragons. But there weren’t any….were there? Was that strange light he had seen and the energy that now tormented the world proof that they had returned?

A trio of warriors came rushing from the woodlands. Ter wasn’t about to let these monks who were already mourning their dead go unaided. Rising fully from the water he let out a bellow that would have flattened most trees. He charged the land as fast as he could, which, despite being far better in the water was pretty exceptional.

He was about to make contact with the first enemy and then everything seemed to slow to a crawl, it was if time itself had changed. He could see their movements leaving wakes, he could tell where to strike and when to strike. He thought it was the magic of the monks but the legends he knew of their skills they had never done anything like this before.

The enemy’s attack missed completely and then suddenly time snapped back into focus and he crushed the man, he turned to the next victim but a leash of blue light dragged him towards one of the monks who used their renown martial arts on him.

The last foe retreated into the woods. The monks bowed to him and continued their grisly task.

Ter looked to the sky. This was his Tarkir, but something had changed it and he would one day find out what that was. This new power of his, dragons ruling the clans, and the taste of magic in the air…was it all connected?

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