The guard stares at Suven in stony silence before looking down, reading over the papers slowly, one at a time, then stamping them and saying, in a completely flat tone, "Enjoy your stay."
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Someone once asked me why, when I talk about House Dimir, I don't put the word "the" in front of it.
At the time, I had no answer, but it just came to me.
Do we put the word "the" in front of God?
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"Aw, come on now, don't be like that. You must think this is a good day? Well, maybe I'll buy you dinner inside sometime when I've made some money." Suven says, as he steps into the city.
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The guard examines the papers for a short while, sipping his coffee. After a few minutes, he stamps them and returns them. "Thank you Mr. Echedi. Enjoy your stay."
Cyouni arrives at the gate and silently hands his papers to the guardian.
Name: Cyouni Age: 24 Gender: Male Height: 6'2" Weight: 150 Weapon: Throwing knife (1/0) Appearance: Lean, with a black robe trimmed in light green. There are numerous sheathes at his belt. His green eyes appear empty, haunted by a past horror. His jet-black hair is pulled back just enough to keep it out of his eyes.
The guard looks over the papers and stamps them. "Enjoy your stay."
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Never forget: there's always someone bigger, better and stronger than you.
Someone once asked me why, when I talk about House Dimir, I don't put the word "the" in front of it.
At the time, I had no answer, but it just came to me.
Do we put the word "the" in front of God?
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Stupidity cannot be tolerated. Idiots thrive on the indulgence of society's "understanding."
Quote from Fenris »
PUPPIES AND BUNNIES!!
A Storyteller is not a GM. A GM is God. God is one of the Storyteller's little minions.
Quote from Me »
Everything I say is fully substantiated by my own opinion.
The guard is completely unmoved by Kay's cold stare, he has met stranger types... He just takes the papers and looks over them for a moment, before stamping them and handing them back. With a slight smile he says "Enjoy your stay."
Name: Aggron Age: Unknown Gender: Male Height: 5' Weight: 200 lbs--ish Weapon: Tail Appearance: Aggron looks like a thrinax from Alara that decided to walk on its hind legs--then got the most severe etherium overdose ever imagined in Alara. His head is lizardlike, with a row of spines running down his back. The spines are silvery, but every other part of his body is glossy-black metal. His arms are the same length as his legs, and he walks slightly leaning forward. His hands do have thumbs, though.
He has a tail that's at least nine feet long with a spike on the end; this serves as his weapon. His eyes glow red and he speaks with telepathy, since his mouth is so unsuited for conversation. He wears no clothing, though he lacks any body appendage that would need concealment...
Aggron walks up to the guardpost. He's short enough that he can't reach the window of the gatehouse, so he spikes his papers with his tail and lifts them over his head.
A young man approaches the gaurds hut and offers over his paperwork, shaking the man's hand as he exchanges a glance. "Here, you dropped this." he informs the guard as he passes him the cuff links of the other mans jacket. A look of caring in his eyes as he waits for the gaurds permission to enter the city.
Name: Lok Trell Age: 17 Gender: Male Height: 5' 11" Weight: 170 lbs Weapon: Short Blade along the side of his arm Appearance: A athletic looking youth clad in a black coat that reaches down to his calves. He stand firmly with a look of power about him, despite this he looks open enough. He has one of those faces that could easily belong to half the people you have met today, nothing about him stands out in a crowd. He looks completly unspectacular and would easily be passed in a crowd without a second thought. His dark hair falls lightly against his face, just reaching over his brown eyes.
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The guard is only slightly perplexed by the tail bringing up the papers. After a quick review, he leans down out the window and hands the stamped papers back with a "Enjoy your stay in Estark."
After bemusedly shaking the young man's hand, and quickly snatching back his cuff links, he reviews the papers. "Better not try that to any of the Boros," he says as he puts them back on his sleeve, "They don't have much of a sense of humor about that sort of thing." He hands back the stamped papers with a smile.
Name: Kheira Laucian Age: 25 Gender: Female Height: 5' 2" Weight: 100 lbs. Weapon: Staff Appearance: Kheira wears a flowing, fur-lined robe, adorned with flowing ribbon-like markings, swirling and spiraling up and down her clothing, as well as blue teal-colored pearls, through which she channels her arcane energy. A student of the mysterious lines between the real and the illusory, Kheira wears styled spectacles, her hair put up in a flowing pair of pigtails, her headdress adorning her face, with a semi-permanent tattoo that continues the arcane patterns on her clothes. She carries a quarterstaff of her height, adorned with a similar teal-colored orb. She has a blue lip-ring, and piercing teal eyes.
Kheira emerges from the mist to the entrance of the grandiose city of Estark. Keeping her staff close, she walks with a soft, almost playful smile. Much to be done. Her coin-purse jingles with anticipation as she approaches the guardpost, scanning for anyone to speak with.
One guard snores gently, leaning back in a chair, drool trickling onto his stubbly chin. The other, with an extremely bored look on his face, simply holds a hand out.
"Papers, oh, in your hand they are." He stamps them without reading them and kicks his companion awake.
"OW, you son of a-"
"Are they in order?"
He looks briefly, irritated."Yes, damn you."
They wave Estark's newest resident through unhindered.
And yes, no incantatrix for you. Or anyone. That class makes puppies cry. Mostly because they are the former Big Bads who have been Baleful Polymorphed into said puppies. By you. Because you're an incantatrix.
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Remember, the girl that just killed an aspect of herself before literally consuming her?
Yeah, I don't see her handling a pissing match in any way other than a duel.
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I suppose it's true. Though the logistics implied in a human/Great Wyrm Prismatic Dragon pairing makes me shudder.
...Something tells me that even should all arcane casters in the world unite, that the Grease spell would NOT be sufficient.
Kheira stifles a laugh at the rather inept guards, nodding and walking her way through, considering her options. Thinking it over to herself, she speaks quietly to herself. "I need to go shopping first. This money is burning a hole in my pocket."
Appearance: An exceptionally large and powerfully built Flamekin, Kennar has more than the usual amout of fire burning around his body. His entire torso is coated in flame. It's especially bright around his fists and head, slightly resembling a lion that has been set on fire. When gathering mana, arcane symbols are seared into his palms.
Kennar carries a three-foot long sword of fire, like the Flamekin Bladewhirls of his home plane. He only draws it when an enemy gets through his gouts of fire and bolts of lightning, which isn't very often.
Kennar wears no shirt or armor and basic pants, with his sword and satchel attached to his belt.
Personality: Kennar is a loyal friend and ally, but if betrayed he turns into a blazing revenge-fueled firestorm. He has somewhat of a temper, but manages to reign it in most of the time. He has a strong sense of honor, and won't tolerate the harming of innocents. Kennar thinks that the best way to deal with a threat is with maximum firepower and speed, not slowing down until the enemy lays cooked on the ground.
Bio: Kennar had always been thought stupid because of his size. Something with that much muscle couldn't possibly fit a brain anywhere in there. In truth, Kennar is highly intelligent. He has a slightly dark sense of humor, and enjoys sarcasm more than most.
One day, when moving just outside an elven forest, he was spotted by an elvish hunting party. Knowing he had to flee or die, he ran deeper into the forest where the elves couldn't target him with their bows. Unfortunately, the elves knew the forest much better than Kennar.
After an hour's long chase, Kennar was cornered in a small clearing. The hunting party's leader approached him with blade drawn. Closing his eyes so he wouldn't see the death-blow coming, Kennar raised his arms in a futile defensive gesture. There was a high-pitched scream, then silence.
When Kennar looked, the elf was nothing but ash.
A wave of black fire had rushed from above, completely destroying the elven leader. Looking up, Kennar saw a sight that would awe any beast in Lorwyn: A gargantuan dragon, hovering above the clearing. In a terrible voice, the dragon said "Run away little elves. I'm just passing through and dont have time for you. That one only died because I had to test out my newest spell. It seems to work nicely, doesn't it?"
Naturally the elves scattered. Kennar didn't know it at the time, but he had just encountered one of the most terrifying beings in the Multiverse: Nicol Bolas himself.
The great dragon seemed to get bored with the elves, and opened a portal in front of himself, prepared to go through. Before he could, however, Kennar shouted to Bolas (oblivious to the suicidal danger he would be in) to take him along. Kennar was sick of Lorwyn, and wanted to leave.
Bolas shrugged, and said "I'm not taking a worthless being like you with me. But if you wish to leave this annoying place, I don't see why you shouldn't." With a casual wave of his clawed hands, Bolas transported Kennar to another plane, where he would be forced to make his own way..
Out of the mist stalks a huge brute of a Flamekin, with a blade at one hip and his satchel at the other. Kennar walks up to the guards and holds out his slightly singed papers, not saying a word.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
"Is something on fire....wait, another elemental. Damp yer flames in the city, Torch Boy." the irritated guard says, stamping the papers. "And if you see a drunk bastard in guard uniforms, tell him he's freaking four hours LATE."
The other guard sighs. "Sorry he's so rude.... welcome to Estark."
And yes, no incantatrix for you. Or anyone. That class makes puppies cry. Mostly because they are the former Big Bads who have been Baleful Polymorphed into said puppies. By you. Because you're an incantatrix.
Quote from Yukora »
This is Deraxas we're talking about.
Remember, the girl that just killed an aspect of herself before literally consuming her?
Yeah, I don't see her handling a pissing match in any way other than a duel.
Quote from RedDwarfian »
Yes mistress...
Quote from About epic-level D&D »
There are only so many epic, psuedonatural barbarian/blackguard half-dragon akutenshai vampire balor paragons they can throw at you, right?
Quote from Concerning breeding habits of humans in fantasy games »
I suppose it's true. Though the logistics implied in a human/Great Wyrm Prismatic Dragon pairing makes me shudder.
...Something tells me that even should all arcane casters in the world unite, that the Grease spell would NOT be sufficient.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Name: Oreo of the Kuk-Yjars
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 6'
Weight: 210lbs
Weapon: Spindle Disk (Basically a Glorified Yo-Yo)
Appearance:
Big enough to look like an arena fighter Oreo is non the less a lover of the outdoors, his tanned frame and ease of step are proof of this. His face is childish and playful, and his eyes twinkle as if he is privy to some joke or prank no one else knows.
He also considers himself something of a poet or bard, and makes it a point to try to rhyme things or find a catchy tune or song wherever he goes and with whoever he meet.
A young man steps out of the nearby woods and approaches the guards, his strange contraption twirling up and down the rope as he whistles a merry tune, he deftly reaches for his papers and presents them "Now i know i can find a way to rhyme Squirrels... Libel...weirdos... Pie?... hmmm I do kinda want pie" he rambles on more fascinated with spinning his toy and thinking of pies than the guards.
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That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
The guard, bored, just takes the papers and stamps them. "Enjoy your stay."
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Never forget: there's always someone bigger, better and stronger than you.
Someone once asked me why, when I talk about House Dimir, I don't put the word "the" in front of it.
At the time, I had no answer, but it just came to me.
Do we put the word "the" in front of God?
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PUPPIES AND BUNNIES!!
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Everything I say is fully substantiated by my own opinion.
A look of confusion comes over Oreo for a moment before returning to his usual smile "Oh, oh yes i was showing you my papers, thanks" he says before departing, whistling once more.
"A little lamb went walking one day
And found a hungry wolf
The Hungry wolf jump at the lambs throat
... I still cant find how to end this" can be heard as he walks away into the city.
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That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
Weapon: An Etherium Staff that he keeps for no apparent reason
Appearance: Artem is a sphinx of Esper. Having most of his body made from etherium, he glows in a blueish-silver way.
He needs no weapons except his mind and is staff preferring to just cast large amounts of spells to rid the opponents of their minds. His eyes are a glowing blue, common to many of his kind.
Personality: He loves knowledge and plenty riddles. Usually distracting opponents with insane riddles and hard questions, Artem manages to extract the memories of his opponents using it against them. He may be annoying at times but he still fits in with the rest of the world. He thinks that brawn is slower than brain but should still never be underestimated.
Bio: He questioned many "intellectual" masters of word but none of them seem to have beaten him yet. After his city was ravaged by the Thraximundar during the war of Alara, he ported himself out of the plane in search of knowledge and challenge.
Stepping through the portal, he walks over to the guards and hands over his papers. He sits quietly under the shade of a tree waiting for their response.
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MayaelWRG
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Never forget: there's always someone bigger, better and stronger than you.
Someone once asked me why, when I talk about House Dimir, I don't put the word "the" in front of it.
At the time, I had no answer, but it just came to me.
Do we put the word "the" in front of God?
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Stupidity cannot be tolerated. Idiots thrive on the indulgence of society's "understanding."
Quote from Fenris »
PUPPIES AND BUNNIES!!
A Storyteller is not a GM. A GM is God. God is one of the Storyteller's little minions.
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Everything I say is fully substantiated by my own opinion.
The guard stamps Yana's papers. "Please enjoy your stay in Estark."
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Someone once asked me why, when I talk about House Dimir, I don't put the word "the" in front of it.
At the time, I had no answer, but it just came to me.
Do we put the word "the" in front of God?
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Stupidity cannot be tolerated. Idiots thrive on the indulgence of society's "understanding."
Quote from Fenris »
PUPPIES AND BUNNIES!!
A Storyteller is not a GM. A GM is God. God is one of the Storyteller's little minions.
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Everything I say is fully substantiated by my own opinion.
The guard stamps Artem's papers. "You are welcome to enter the city. Enjoy your stay."
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Never forget: there's always someone bigger, better and stronger than you.
Someone once asked me why, when I talk about House Dimir, I don't put the word "the" in front of it.
At the time, I had no answer, but it just came to me.
Do we put the word "the" in front of God?
Quote from Me »
Stupidity cannot be tolerated. Idiots thrive on the indulgence of society's "understanding."
Quote from Fenris »
PUPPIES AND BUNNIES!!
A Storyteller is not a GM. A GM is God. God is one of the Storyteller's little minions.
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Everything I say is fully substantiated by my own opinion.
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Someone once asked me why, when I talk about House Dimir, I don't put the word "the" in front of it.
At the time, I had no answer, but it just came to me.
Do we put the word "the" in front of God? A Storyteller is not a GM. A GM is God. God is one of the Storyteller's little minions.
Name: Cyouni
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 150
Weapon: Throwing knife (1/0)
Appearance: Lean, with a black robe trimmed in light green. There are numerous sheathes at his belt. His green eyes appear empty, haunted by a past horror. His jet-black hair is pulled back just enough to keep it out of his eyes.
Someone once asked me why, when I talk about House Dimir, I don't put the word "the" in front of it.
At the time, I had no answer, but it just came to me.
Do we put the word "the" in front of God? A Storyteller is not a GM. A GM is God. God is one of the Storyteller's little minions.
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Height: 5'
Weight: 200 lbs--ish
Weapon: Tail
Appearance: Aggron looks like a thrinax from Alara that decided to walk on its hind legs--then got the most severe etherium overdose ever imagined in Alara. His head is lizardlike, with a row of spines running down his back. The spines are silvery, but every other part of his body is glossy-black metal. His arms are the same length as his legs, and he walks slightly leaning forward. His hands do have thumbs, though.
He has a tail that's at least nine feet long with a spike on the end; this serves as his weapon. His eyes glow red and he speaks with telepathy, since his mouth is so unsuited for conversation. He wears no clothing, though he lacks any body appendage that would need concealment...
Name: Lok Trell
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 170 lbs
Weapon: Short Blade along the side of his arm
Appearance: A athletic looking youth clad in a black coat that reaches down to his calves. He stand firmly with a look of power about him, despite this he looks open enough. He has one of those faces that could easily belong to half the people you have met today, nothing about him stands out in a crowd. He looks completly unspectacular and would easily be passed in a crowd without a second thought. His dark hair falls lightly against his face, just reaching over his brown eyes.
After bemusedly shaking the young man's hand, and quickly snatching back his cuff links, he reviews the papers. "Better not try that to any of the Boros," he says as he puts them back on his sleeve, "They don't have much of a sense of humor about that sort of thing." He hands back the stamped papers with a smile.
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 2"
Weight: 100 lbs.
Weapon: Staff
Appearance: Kheira wears a flowing, fur-lined robe, adorned with flowing ribbon-like markings, swirling and spiraling up and down her clothing, as well as blue teal-colored pearls, through which she channels her arcane energy. A student of the mysterious lines between the real and the illusory, Kheira wears styled spectacles, her hair put up in a flowing pair of pigtails, her headdress adorning her face, with a semi-permanent tattoo that continues the arcane patterns on her clothes. She carries a quarterstaff of her height, adorned with a similar teal-colored orb. She has a blue lip-ring, and piercing teal eyes.
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"Papers, oh, in your hand they are." He stamps them without reading them and kicks his companion awake.
"OW, you son of a-"
"Are they in order?"
He looks briefly, irritated."Yes, damn you."
They wave Estark's newest resident through unhindered.
"I am in the arcane, and the arcane is in me."
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Deraxas, Dark Maiden of Shimia,, still oddly obsessed with a mindmage.
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Race: Flamekin
Age: 17
Gender: M
Height: 6'8
Weight: 250
Weapon: Flaming Longsword
Appearance: An exceptionally large and powerfully built Flamekin, Kennar has more than the usual amout of fire burning around his body. His entire torso is coated in flame. It's especially bright around his fists and head, slightly resembling a lion that has been set on fire. When gathering mana, arcane symbols are seared into his palms.
Kennar carries a three-foot long sword of fire, like the Flamekin Bladewhirls of his home plane. He only draws it when an enemy gets through his gouts of fire and bolts of lightning, which isn't very often.
Kennar wears no shirt or armor and basic pants, with his sword and satchel attached to his belt.
Personality: Kennar is a loyal friend and ally, but if betrayed he turns into a blazing revenge-fueled firestorm. He has somewhat of a temper, but manages to reign it in most of the time. He has a strong sense of honor, and won't tolerate the harming of innocents. Kennar thinks that the best way to deal with a threat is with maximum firepower and speed, not slowing down until the enemy lays cooked on the ground.
Bio: Kennar had always been thought stupid because of his size. Something with that much muscle couldn't possibly fit a brain anywhere in there. In truth, Kennar is highly intelligent. He has a slightly dark sense of humor, and enjoys sarcasm more than most.
One day, when moving just outside an elven forest, he was spotted by an elvish hunting party. Knowing he had to flee or die, he ran deeper into the forest where the elves couldn't target him with their bows. Unfortunately, the elves knew the forest much better than Kennar.
After an hour's long chase, Kennar was cornered in a small clearing. The hunting party's leader approached him with blade drawn. Closing his eyes so he wouldn't see the death-blow coming, Kennar raised his arms in a futile defensive gesture. There was a high-pitched scream, then silence.
When Kennar looked, the elf was nothing but ash.
A wave of black fire had rushed from above, completely destroying the elven leader. Looking up, Kennar saw a sight that would awe any beast in Lorwyn: A gargantuan dragon, hovering above the clearing. In a terrible voice, the dragon said "Run away little elves. I'm just passing through and dont have time for you. That one only died because I had to test out my newest spell. It seems to work nicely, doesn't it?"
Naturally the elves scattered. Kennar didn't know it at the time, but he had just encountered one of the most terrifying beings in the Multiverse: Nicol Bolas himself.
The great dragon seemed to get bored with the elves, and opened a portal in front of himself, prepared to go through. Before he could, however, Kennar shouted to Bolas (oblivious to the suicidal danger he would be in) to take him along. Kennar was sick of Lorwyn, and wanted to leave.
Bolas shrugged, and said "I'm not taking a worthless being like you with me. But if you wish to leave this annoying place, I don't see why you shouldn't." With a casual wave of his clawed hands, Bolas transported Kennar to another plane, where he would be forced to make his own way..
Out of the mist stalks a huge brute of a Flamekin, with a blade at one hip and his satchel at the other. Kennar walks up to the guards and holds out his slightly singed papers, not saying a word.
{Magic: The RPG}
The other guard sighs. "Sorry he's so rude.... welcome to Estark."
"I am in the arcane, and the arcane is in me."
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Deraxas, Dark Maiden of Shimia,, still oddly obsessed with a mindmage.
"The shop should be first. Can't ever have too many useful trinkets," Kennar mutters to himself as he walks into the city.
{Magic: The RPG}
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 6'
Weight: 210lbs
Weapon: Spindle Disk (Basically a Glorified Yo-Yo)
Appearance:
Big enough to look like an arena fighter Oreo is non the less a lover of the outdoors, his tanned frame and ease of step are proof of this. His face is childish and playful, and his eyes twinkle as if he is privy to some joke or prank no one else knows.
He also considers himself something of a poet or bard, and makes it a point to try to rhyme things or find a catchy tune or song wherever he goes and with whoever he meet.
A young man steps out of the nearby woods and approaches the guards, his strange contraption twirling up and down the rope as he whistles a merry tune, he deftly reaches for his papers and presents them "Now i know i can find a way to rhyme Squirrels... Libel...weirdos... Pie?... hmmm I do kinda want pie" he rambles on more fascinated with spinning his toy and thinking of pies than the guards.
Someone once asked me why, when I talk about House Dimir, I don't put the word "the" in front of it.
At the time, I had no answer, but it just came to me.
Do we put the word "the" in front of God? A Storyteller is not a GM. A GM is God. God is one of the Storyteller's little minions.
"A little lamb went walking one day
And found a hungry wolf
The Hungry wolf jump at the lambs throat
... I still cant find how to end this" can be heard as he walks away into the city.
Name: Artem Ponfex
Race: Sphinx
Age: N/A
Gender: M
Height: 6'5
Wingspan: About 9 metres
Weight: 240 lbs
Weapon: An Etherium Staff that he keeps for no apparent reason
Appearance: Artem is a sphinx of Esper. Having most of his body made from etherium, he glows in a blueish-silver way.
He needs no weapons except his mind and is staff preferring to just cast large amounts of spells to rid the opponents of their minds. His eyes are a glowing blue, common to many of his kind.
Personality: He loves knowledge and plenty riddles. Usually distracting opponents with insane riddles and hard questions, Artem manages to extract the memories of his opponents using it against them. He may be annoying at times but he still fits in with the rest of the world. He thinks that brawn is slower than brain but should still never be underestimated.
Bio: He questioned many "intellectual" masters of word but none of them seem to have beaten him yet. After his city was ravaged by the Thraximundar during the war of Alara, he ported himself out of the plane in search of knowledge and challenge.
Stepping through the portal, he walks over to the guards and hands over his papers. He sits quietly under the shade of a tree waiting for their response.
Thanks to mcchief111 for the avvy.
Decks:
Standard:
RMinotaur MidrangeB
Modern:
GSpider TribalB
RArtifractureB
EDH:
MayaelWRG
Reaper KingWUBRG
Niv-MizzetUR
Alesha, Who Smiles At DeathWBR
Someone once asked me why, when I talk about House Dimir, I don't put the word "the" in front of it.
At the time, I had no answer, but it just came to me.
Do we put the word "the" in front of God? A Storyteller is not a GM. A GM is God. God is one of the Storyteller's little minions.
Someone once asked me why, when I talk about House Dimir, I don't put the word "the" in front of it.
At the time, I had no answer, but it just came to me.
Do we put the word "the" in front of God? A Storyteller is not a GM. A GM is God. God is one of the Storyteller's little minions.
Artem sighs and rests under the shade of a nearby tree.
Thanks to mcchief111 for the avvy.
Decks:
Standard:
RMinotaur MidrangeB
Modern:
GSpider TribalB
RArtifractureB
EDH:
MayaelWRG
Reaper KingWUBRG
Niv-MizzetUR
Alesha, Who Smiles At DeathWBR
Someone once asked me why, when I talk about House Dimir, I don't put the word "the" in front of it.
At the time, I had no answer, but it just came to me.
Do we put the word "the" in front of God? A Storyteller is not a GM. A GM is God. God is one of the Storyteller's little minions.