MTG Salvation

If you're a Vorthos like me when you sit down to a game of Magic, you are not just tracking board states and lines of play. In your head there is a battle beyond compare as Planeswalkers test the limits of possibilities. Using wits and strategy will not only determine who wins, but the fate of the Multiverse itself. I want to know those stories and share mine with you.

So to get the ball rolling I'm going to narrate Modern Green Devotion. I'm going to edit this later to add a deck list, I would love to see your lists too!

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The Forest was as dark as it was silent. From deep within the wooden spires on this moonless night an Arbor Elf slowly walks above and below the green. As he draws closer you hear his chant, some ancient tounge formed before the stars were given permission to shine.

As the elf walks vines quickly wrap around nearby trees and flowers begin to bloom in the night. As their petals unfurl a green light glows from within the strange blossoms. His path made clear by the Utopia Sprawled ahead of him he comes to a clearing. As he spoke words no creature could understand he stopped at the edge of the tree line and watched as a single tree combust in a flash. A dark red flame with a heart of emerald shot up into the sky and made the night even darker in compair. A woman burst through the charred trunk of the tree, and upon seeing the Burning-Tree Emissary the elf knew he had done his part.

As quickly as the first tree burned a second flare hit a tree nearby and another emissary charged forth. Then a third and together the trio pulled the crimson green flame from the final tree. With each explosion the stars in the sky grew darker, when the final shaman had risen not a star could be seen above the woods. The only light now came from the life essence that burned above them in an orb of raging mana as the emissaries raced to the center of the clearing. There they infused power of the burning tree into a small ruin and the cup at the center of Nykthos, Shrine to Nyx was alight with flames of dark jade.

Upon the shrines activation a man walks forth from nothingness, as if reality allowed him to part unseen curtains from places unknown. The dark figure is covered in furs and is twice the size of the trio of women who called for him. From his back he pulls a great axe, one that has slayed countless beasts, but tonight it would spill no blood. Garruk Wildspeaker held the axe to his chest in both hands, keeping it level with the land that lay before him. With a guttural grunt he lifts the giant weapon above his head and as he does the green flames of Nykthos rise high into the air. Wisps of flame begin to jump out into the starless sky and as the flames are freed from the cup they transform into a great aurora of every shade of green, a Genesis Wave shot through the heavens. The light illuminated all of the forest, but it's beams fell sickly on a strange totem at the opposite end of the clearing. There some strange artifact, some alien Cloudstone Curio, sat with a faceless head and watched, while deep from it's center an unsettling hum was emanating.

A mad cackling begins to fill the air. Where the giant warrior Garruk stood a small satyr now basked in the green night. Xenagos, the Reveler laughed and danced around the fire of the shrine and with him another satyr rollicked in delight. As suddenly as he appeared Xenagos vanished, and Garruk stood above the dias again holding his axe and raising the flames into the emerald sky with a grunt. The flickering between the two increased. Each flicker between the two walkers brought another grunt with a wave of mana and another satyr eager to join the dance. The grunts became a beat for the now crowd of satyrs that danced in the ever growing green light of the aurora above. Faster, and faster the beat went on as more satyrs reveled with their master. The beat grew faster still until the tempo became undiscernable from the growing hum of the strange curio in the distance. The unparalleled power rushing forth now was at it's apex, the two walkers were flickering so fast that they were in multiple places seemingly at once. The roar of satyrs that filled the clearing of the forest rose above the din of madness. The ritual complete they rush off in all directions to slaughter all they see.