Welcome to the 14th Thread of [Clan Mono-Black]. Join us as we revel our Phyrexian brethren victory over the Mirrans! Mirrodin is no more and our Phyrexian brethren once again have a place to call home! All Hail Phyrexia!
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Welcome are those who are in touch with their dark side. Black mana is not only about death, destruction, and zombies, but is all about power and having the ambition to attain any power you desire, no matter what the cost.
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Current topics for discussion are, but not restricted to: deck discussions, pro tour events, drafting, entertainment, current events, your lives, and dark plots to take over the world, but most importantly, how the Phyrexian Invasion of Mirrodin is all apart of our grand master plan.
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For those corrupt souls who wish to join our ranks of Darkness, please refer to the Membership Guidelines at the bottom of the page. This clan is not for the light hearted, so be prepared to lose all that when you are around us!
:sympb::sympb::sympb:The Ninth Sphere:sympb::sympb::sympb: Ascendant Evinicar
Sir Auron25, Evincar of Ambition
:sympb::sympb::sympb:The Eighth Sphere:sympb::sympb::sympb: Scion of Darkness
therestless, Scion of Vermin and 2009 [CMB] EDH Champion
:sympb::sympb::sympb:The Seventh Sphere:sympb::sympb::sympb: Praetors
Svogthir, Founder and First Evincar of Clan Mono-Black
Darth Bunny, Former Scion of Darkness and Praetor of Damnation
SGT_Chubbz, Praetor of Madness and Phyrexian Librarian Tordeck, Praetor of Malice
:sympb::sympb::sympb:The Sixth Sphere:sympb::sympb::sympb: Disciples
Fio, Disciple of Nihilism
Shinigami, Disciple of Pain
TheEndIsNear, Disciple of Yawgmoth
svensparx07, Disciple of Vindication
175grams, Disciple of Fugue
JustSin, Disciple of Attrition
brengera, Disciple of Tourach xSuperZer0x, Disciple of Poison Death Gaara, Disciple of Death
tomathan88, Disciple of Mephistopheles
backofried
whidye
yawgmotheternal
Johnthemaster
:sympb::sympb::sympb:The Fifth Sphere:sympb::sympb::sympb: Minions
Psioncist
Juggles the Mage
Mind Games
Marr965
SerrasLilAngel
4everblack
Mindfux
Jdacheifs
Bammamaose 84
him88herself
DigicoolDad
voldgift
FuxAlt
Raynedono
Sora
TheMechaniz
Eventide Sojourner
515 Planeswalker
jeebs67
ruleofthumb
:sympb::sympb::sympb:The Fourth Sphere:sympb::sympb::sympb: Thrulls
cheesen
FrankDV
mcnubbins2t
BeingHumanBeing
Uriel Coleridge
Yawgmoth's Will
Ohms
Dark Majic
Germanicus
Zananos
Lareef
Mortivore21
activesilver
arrow runner
Sominiser
Kuro Pitlord
:sympb::sympb::sympb:The Third Sphere:sympb::sympb::sympb: The Corrupt
Zaph
Yukora
rianalnn
Queklain
Ravarshi
Skajetolaf
George
AsianInvasion
Zazirik
Weaver
calibretto
Ilvaldi
Rubin8tor
Ravus
Keeperofzion
duffman913
Xanth
Mephistophelic Orion
Reanimation
DropAndDie
ChaotiX
MandersHex
Blue Angel
vezokpiraka
V.M.Santore
Mr. Mindbreak
bebo22
ExlightT
ZombieAngel666
:sympb::sympb::sympb:The Second Sphere:sympb::sympb::sympb: Lost Souls
SyNide
Wessel
Yukora
Masamune
Valentine1
makingnotches
Viberunner
Oni_girri
Juggles_the_Mage
Black Dawn
Tyler Durden
Trifle
AWOL
Vesshusban
Blue Ghost 4
Nightmare Vampire
:sympb::sympb::sympb:The First Sphere:sympb::sympb::sympb: The Black List
Mindslavor
:symb::symb::symb:Clan Tournament Champions:symb::symb::symb: 2008 Standard Winter Tournament AsianInvasion of the Izzet 2009 EDH Winter Tournament
therestless of Clan Mono Black 2010 BYOS Winter Tournament AsianInvasion of the Izzet
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:symb::symb::symb:Clan Affiliates:symb::symb::symb: Damnation Studios
:symb::symb::symb:Membership Guidelines:symb::symb::symb: Section 1: Membership
To become a member, you are required to submit a mono black deck list. This list can be of any format but it is to be a serious deck. (I.e. It has to be functional. I do not wish to see decks that are just black cards and Swamps mashed together, as these are a disgrace to the name [Clan Mono-Black]. Any format is welcome: Standard, Extended, Legacy, even EDH! There will always be someone here to be able to give good feedback. Section 2: Rising Through the Ranks
Once you post your deck list, members will welcome you and if your list checks out, you will become one of our Minions. Once you are a minion, you are a new member. Once you become active enough (50 posts in the clan threads in a relatively timely manner (i.e. no 50 posts over the course of a few years), you will become a Disciple, and with it you will get a nifty title (that follows the style Disciple of ~, where ~ is a black mana trait)! The Harbinger of the Swamps user group is exclusively for past Evincars, Scions, CMB tournament Champions (if your a member that is. This does not apply to members of other clans), an members who have gone Above and Beyond the Call of Duty for the Clan. Once you are a Harbinger, you are are permitted to create any title of your choosing. If you are a Disciple and you manage to become inactive for an extended, unexcused period of time and you get moved to the Thrull category, your title is forfeit and it becomes up for grabs. Should you return and become active again, your title will not be waiting for you if someone else took it. You will be forced to create a new one. Section 3: Friendship Policy
If you wish to become a friend of [Clan Mono-Black], you are only required to post. You are welcome to explain why you wish to be a friend (for example, if you are from an allied clan or if you just like black mana as a secondary color, or if your just friends with clan members here!). If you wish to to become a member after you are a friend. You will still have to follow new membership guidelines by submitting a blacklist. However, if you have already reached the magic number of 50 posts as a friend, you will automatically become a Disciple! If you were inactive or inconsistently active, you will still be required to submit 50 posts in a relatively timely manner. Section 4: Resignations
For those members who wish to step down from the clan for whatever reason, you are to simply state it in a post. You will then be added to our friends list. Should you chose to return as a Disciple, simply state so and the members of the clan will decide whether or not to readmit you. Section 5: Conduct
While a member, you will be expected to follow all rules of the forums. This means no advertising, no hotlinking , no spamming, no flaming, and general manners are to be used. We will also expect card tags and deck tags when you post decks. We also would like you to post in a semi-professional manner. Pretty much just follow MTGSalvation Guidelines. You are also expected to have fun around here!
7/6/10: As of now, the Behavior policy is getting stricter and will be enforced. In addition to using basic forum rules and manners, I will require that all posts have substance. No more short and pointless posts. Should behavior like this continue beyond the point of a casual warning from me or another member, I will demote you from Disciple status until you have proven that you can play with the big boys. In addition, if it continues even farther, I will report you to the mods. This is all not to be taken the wrong way, it is just a way to prove to the mods that this clan is not a problem clan and we can behave ourselves after the recent developments that occurred here.
Section 6: Exile
Should you misbehave inappropriately or disobey the forum rules, you will be asked to stop posting in this clan and will be added to the Black List. Section 7: Sister Cells
Recently, Clan Mono-Black has expanded its horizons and opened up a cell on MTG Darkness. Should you chose to join this clan from MTG Darkness or vice a versa, your status will be held. So if your a Disciple here and you so chose to join in our sister cell, you will still retain your status you hold here. Sister Hall
User Group Key (Ranked seen by Phryexia): Ninth Sphere - Evincar of Darkness: Leader Eighth Sphere- Scion of Darkness: Second in command Seventh Sphere - Harbinger of the Swamps: Upper level member Sixth Sphere - Disciples of Darkness: Members Fifth Sphere - Minions of Darkness: New Members Fourth Sphere - Thrulls: Disciples and Minions who are inactive Third Sphere - The Corrupt: Friends Second Sphere - Lost Souls: Former Friends/Members First Sphere - Black List - Members banned from CMB The Fallen - Past Evincars Phryexian Librarian - Title given to the Wiki Keeper
Nice new thread we got. Like the Sheoldred art. Is it me or does she look like what Shelob from the LotR books should have looked like. (movie was a terrible render IMO)
edit, and a promotion? Thx boss man.
Congrats Restless. Looks like your gunna have to get your sig changed again
edit2 @ SA you have 4everblack twice in the minions section
And if we are going with the Praetor theme shouldnt the 7th sphere be renamed?
Some of my changes I wanted to include: Tordeck, you have been promoted to Praetor for stepping up in my absence. therestless, however, has gone even farther in helping this clan and I feel its time for a new second in command. I announce that therestless is now the Scion of Darkness. In regards to the last thread, there was some talk about changing some of the titles.
Here is what they suggested. I propose changing them is up to the individuals in that rank.
Evincar-Father (I'm against because I like the title of Evincar.
Scion - Whispering One (up to the restless)
Harbingers - Praetors (I just changed it. Harbingers were such a crappy title and were just placeholders until we got a new one. thanks Wizards!)
Disciples- Thanes (eh, I like Disciples better.Up to them though)
Minions - Newts (eh again. this is up to us though since friends dont get the vote)
Edit: Also, the following are now members. THey can have a title now!!
backofried
whidye
yawgmotheternal
im a disciple? i must have really zoned that. how do i pick my title?
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easy, look at the titles that are already taken, you cant have those. then pick something that represents black mana and just post it up in the thread. SA will edit the first post to reflect your choice.
Oh and I edited my first post just in case anyone missed anything
BϕYawgmoth lives forever in the hearts of the faithful, and we forever carry his vision onward to perfection:sympb:ϕB
I have conquered Fruit, Spike, and Moon!
now that mirrodin is compleat, the sui kindergartener in me cries for joy!
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Probably should go and fix the Harbinger list to a Praetor list then huh....
@yawgmotheternal: The titles fit the Disciple of ~ where ~ is an embodiment of black mana. Some of the ones used will be available since some of the members are inactive and lost thier status.
EDIT: I changed Harbingers to Praetors. I also changed the first half of the post to Phyrexian Mana.
Anybody else have accommodation for GP: Providence? I... well, still need to book my flight, but I'll be driving if I have to (4100km). Looking for a cheap hotel though!
@SA: backofried should be bakofried (in the Disciples section).
I'm... deciding between a few I guess:
whidye, Disciple of Rituals
whidye, Disciple of Loss
whidye, Disciple of Fluffy Kittens
whidye, Disciple of Torment
Thoughts? (Also - I only support "Praetor" as a change)
They only had 3x Obliterator, 3x Lashwrithe, 3x Dispatch, 4x Gitaxian Probe. I wanted 5/6/5/6 of those, respectively. The others were for cost considerations (i.e. I'm not spending 8 on an uncommon.)
So I thought I would finally post something about the new spoilers (some good some bad):
I was about to preorder some stuff from CFB (entered all my information etc...) and then the page reloaded when I clicked submit and I was back to step 3. They had increased the price of Mental Mistep to $4! WTF! Sadness...
The card Bludgeon Brawl... is amazing haha. Being able to use SDT as a weapon, or... dare I say, some Scryb Ranger wielding a Lux Cannon seems like the best thing ever...
{ASIDE: Are the forums messing up for you guys? I keep having problems posting...}
I was about to preorder some stuff from CFB (entered all my information etc...) and then the page reloaded when I clicked submit and I was back to step 3. They had increased the price of Mental Mistep to $4! WTF! Sadness...
SCG has that as a $20 foil.
If only I actually trusted any other dealer to not back out of a confirmed order... This is a rather scary set. Between standard, legacy, and EDH there's a LOT of relevant cards. Most of those cards, barring a few that I just couldn't justify the prices on (Beast Within, Puresteel Paladin, Mental Misstep) I got 2-6 foil copies of incoming. Relative to the other sets in Scars block this won't be drafted very long and it looks like it'll be everywhere.
Damn WotC releasing a set like this within a month of tax day.
(image taken from WotC's website, all rights reserved)
Was it one mile or three years? Maybe seven pints? Braids had lost count of counting. She had been flabbergasting with the unicorns for a long time now, their gills never ceasing to caw the children, Braids herself included. Until suddenly she was bored of it all along. She could not understand why she no longer liked unicorns, and why as far as she could bestow her memory she never had. She suggested to herself she was simply tired of swimming in an apple. She shut her eyes with her ears to make the apple go away.
In the floating plains near Emeria, a small team of valiant heroes allied to fight a gigantic creature, of which the entire body was tentacles and death. For them the situation looked grim, as the entity had just crushed their Ondu cleric, and continued its advance without once looking down at the ants below it. Then, suddenly, everything went black.
The darkness slowly disappeared, like a dream on a lazy morning. The last thing it revealed after vanishing away was a naked woman, lying with her knees against her breasts and her arms surrounding her legs. She was nodding constantly, and her mouth appeared to be mumbling something, but there was no sound. The heroes stood there for a minute, wondering who was this woman and if they should thank, fear, or pity her. The Eldrazi itself had finally stopped moving. Even it appeared perplexed.
The first to move his eyes away from the apparition was the leader of the team, a skilled Kazandu blademaster. At this instant, he let out a shout to bring the gigantic creature they had been fighting to his allies' attention. Right in front of their eyes, it was shrinking in size at an incredible rate. Immediately, the humans let out a collective roar and charged across the field. They were definitely going to kill this now miniature Eldrazi.
At the moment the leader was just about to reach his attack range, a mysterious invisible force squished him and most of his partners into a soup. The only survivor, a pyromancer, looked up to see the Crusher of Ulamog had never actually shrunk. He was not given enough time to comprehend what had just happened before he was similarly pureed.
The Eldrazi resumed its dooming walk. Before his giant foot could however trample the mysterious woman, she disappeared in a similar screen of blackness.
The apple had gone away, as had the unicorns and the children. Now Braids was doing handstands on the canopy of a hilt. She was encircled on one side by a boar, and on the other side by cherry tomatoes. Was she going to enjoy this place more than the previous one? She did not know yet. She decided to stand still and observe.
All she saw was the cherry tomatoes fiercely rolling at the boar, and the boar lazily boring at the humdrum. Braids was not amused for much longer than a scruple. She once again shut her ears with her eyes to make the hilt go away.
Braids, Exiled in Insanity 2BB
Planeswalker — Braids
[Loyalty: 4]
[-1]: Until the beginning of your next upkeep, whenever a permanent is sent to a graveyard from the battlefield, add 1 Loyalty counter to Braids.
[+1]: Each player may discard up to two cards. For each card discarded this way, remove 1 Loyalty counter from Braids.
[-6]: Exile all cards in target player's graveyard. That player loses 1 life for each card exiled this way.
-Excert taken from History of Dominaria, volume 7 third priting.
Ramirez DePietro was born in the year 2919AR on the small island of Zaerlin in the central Jamuraan Sea. His father, Arimel DePietro, was the owner of the lucrative Tefallin Shipping Company. His mother, Colette Tefallin, was the original heir to the shipping company, but lost it to her husband's family during marriage negotiations.
Arimel was as cruel and merciless a business man as he was a father. Although born with a natural flare for causing trouble, Ramirez was often met with torturous discipline from Arimel.
With each passing year, Arimel would leave more and more to preform hostile takeovers of smaller, and less violent shipping companies. During these, "expansion missions" as he sometimes called them, he fathered many children out of marital bonds with his wife, Colette. One of which being Tor Wauki, another legend in his own right.
When Ramirez was ten years old, Colette died of an unknown and suspicious death, and what was left of the Tefallin family fortune was bequeathed to Arimel. Arimel, on a further slide of neglectful parenting, at this point only made it to Zaerlin once a month at best.
As Ramirez blossomed into a young man, his need to do amoral things grew right along with him. He loved stealing, and felt the thrill matched no other. With only the guidance of a few family slaves, and the occasional beating from his father, noone seemed to be able to do much about the wild son of Arimel.
On Ramirez's sixteenth birthday, he and his friends thought it would be grand to steal his father's own ship, as he would be there for Ramirez's own birthday festivities. After a few innocent deaths, Ramirez and his friends sailed away as fast as they could on the ship. Before exiting the harbour, Ramirez and his friends fly a pirate flag. Leaving the rest of the island to believe the ship had been truly pirated, and Ramirez had been taken hostage.
Soon bored and growing hungry, they drifted back to port, only to be met with gunfire. Half the ship is destroyed in the conflict before Arimel and his fleet realize what had happened by seeing Ramirez waving a white flag in a paddle boat, floating to them laughing with his friends.
Furious, Arimel nearly sliced his owns son's throat before deciding something else much more sinister to put his little, spoiled boy through.
He told Ramirez if he ever wanted to inherit the family company, he must first learn the company. He then assigned his son to a long distance courier ship, as a lowly crewman. With no other feasible way to inherit his family fortune, Ramirez had to reluctantly take the position.
After months of violence and ridicule most likely incited by words of his father, the ship Ramirez was serving on was attacked by a band of pirates. While they were slaughtering every one of Ramirez's crewmates, he was pleading for his life. On Ramirez's lead, the pirates decide to ransom off the young man, in hopes of a large sum of gold from one of the wealthiest businessmen in all of Jamuraa.
Another three months passed as the pirate ship Albre traveled to Zaerlin, raping, beating and generally abusing Ramirez in every conceivable fashion along the way. When they finally arrived, Ramirez was happy for the first time in his life to see a recently rebuilt ship with his fathers flags in the port.
An envoy was sent from the ship to Arimels offices, returning far sooner than anyone had expected. The envoy told the captain of the ship that his father said he would pay for them to keep him. The ship's captain and crew all had a good laugh, and actually took some gold from Arimel's office and left.
Ramirez was enslaved on the pirate ship for some time. Finally, after being tortured in ways that can only be imagined by heartless pirates for what seemed like years, he struck back at a group of instigating crewmen. He killed three with his bare hands before more pirates joined in. He was thrown overboard in the bloody fight that ensued, and killed another four while they restrained him.
Bound and weighted, Ramirez floated to the bottom of a Dominian Sea, it's name and general location unknown to him.
Ramirez then woke from a dream. The visage of a giant monstrosity laughing at him still fresh in his mind as he floated to the surface of a giant, blueish ocean. He gathered his bearings, and realized he was on a makeshift raft floating towards the shore of a nearby island. He felt his face, and noticed it had been changed. In his mind, the nightmarish creature's laugh echoed loudly, followed by "Of course you can be Pirate King, for now!", then more laughter.
He then noticed his new, strange clothing-exquisite black and purple silk trousers, and a white silk shirt. He stood, and noticed that his pockets contained a small handful of gold coins. His raft floated slowly to shore.
From there, he quickly joined the first pirate crew he could, and started truly learning the ropes to piracy. Every few ports, he would leave his current crew to join another. Years passed by, and Ramirez's age never seemed to change. He learned how to be the greatest pirate he could, from all the greatest pirates of the time. He did this until the fateful day when he encountered a recruiter for the pirate ship Albre.
Ramirez joined the crew, being unrecoginzed by the other crew as a once beaten slaveboy under the name of Remme Tasheir.
Over the course of the next several years, Ramirez secretly killed all the original remaining crew except the captain himself. Through guile, manipulation, and some basic magic Ramirez picked up along his travels, he gained the complete trust of the captain.
While out on a long string of raids, the captain and "Remme" had an argument midship for all to see. The Captain ordered the crew to kill Remme, but the crew hesitated and Remme ran into the captain's cabin. The captain drew his sword and gave chase. Before anyone could follow the captain, there was a clamour and some loud shouting. The captain yelled that Remme was dead, and for everyone to get back to work.
Noone saw "Remme" until later that evening.
Historians believe whatever followed was quite horrifying, as the original captain's name and said event were never spoken again. The result being Ramirez took over as captain of the pirate ship Albre.
Ramirez then conquered the southern Jamuraan Sea with piracy and force tactics in the timeframe of about a month, and earned the title The Pirate King from an interested bandit warlord on Jamuraa's southwestern continent. He set port in an unnamed island, and began building a massive fleet under his flag of the most merciless, bloodthirsty pirates Dominaria had ever seen. Years passed, as Ramirez became somewhat of a celebrity within certain circles on Jamuraa.
At nearing fifty years old, and not looking or feeling a day over seventeen, Ramirez started to question the "luck" fate had bestowed upon him. Ever curious, and growing increasingly paranoid, Ramirez began collecting books on magic. This became a morbid fascination, and he soon grew bored with piracy altogether, but not the riches it gave.
While scouring a country side village in hopes of finding some lost text, Ramirez and his personal crew were ambushed by Bandits who happened to be raiding the town. One by one, each of Ramirez's crew fell to the overwhelming numbers of the bandits, but Ramirez stayed fighting strong, dropping three times the bandits to each pirate he had lost. Standing on a pile of dead bandits, Ramirez shouted, "I am Ramirez DePietro, KING OF ALL PIRATES! I may die today, but you will all remember my name!" Then the advancement hears a loud, deep warcry followed by deep laughter. A tall, strangely familiar man in his late fifties walked towards Ramirez and the pile of bodies. "You're Ramirez DePietro? Your father was Arimel DePietro, of the Tefallin Shipping Company? That is not possible..."
Ramirez spat on the ground in front of the older looking man. "He was...", Ramirez replied.
"Then surly you know of Zaerlin's recent submersion." The man continued, adjusting a bow he had slung across he back while walking up. Ramirez looked startled for a brief second, then indifferent. The man continued. "You have not heard?" Ramirez replies.
"No." There had been recent flooding rampant thoughout the world because of a mostly unknown World Spell that put Dominaria back in it's true axis, elimating a long ice age. "What difference does this make?", Ramirez snarls.
The man shrugs and says, "It is impossible in any case that you are who you say you are. You are what, seventeen years of age? I know Ramirez DePietro is ten years my older, at least."
"And how would you know that?" Ramirez gritted back.
"Because Ramirez DePietro is my older brother. I am his father's bastard.", the man replied.
Ramirez lowered his sword, but did not stop the energy flow of a spell he had cast and been keeping at bay. The older man then looked around clearly impressed by the pirate's combat skills, and laughed again. "Then again, the only other person I've ever met who could do this...", he said, waving his hands around, showcasing the mountain of dead bodies and blood streams, "...is myself. Perhaps you are my brother under some sort of appearance altering enchantment. If that is the case, we should not be fighting..." The man then extended his hand. "I am Tor Wauki, Bandit Warlord, Scourge of The Southwestern continent and bastard son of Aremil DePietro."
Ramirez lowered his casting hand, causing the spell to disapitate, and his slowly offered a tired hand, laughing himself.
Tor Wauki laughed, and said, "Come, you must meet Johan."
Under the banner of Johan, Ramirez then joined Tor Wauki as he lent them his fleet for the naval branch in their quest for Jamuraan dominance. Ramirez also assumed the role of a diplomat, settling himself into the city-state of Bryce. There he met Adira Strongheart, the wife of Hazezon Tamar, the governor. They had a very public affair, and Ramirez conned her out of all of her fortune through various bunk enterprises. The result of this, caused the divorce of Adira and Hazezon. She returned to her homelands, and founded a religious mercenary sect, to help atone for her sins.
After Johan's defeat, Ramirez and Tor Wauki went on the run, eventually being cornered by none other than Adira and her band of mercenaries. Overwhelmed, Tor Wauki and Ramirez fought off the advancement, with what was left of their armies and navy. Seven days of brutal assault had completely wiped out their combined forces, and they surrendered. Tor Wauki was killed instantly, and Ramirez was taken to see Adira.
There, he begged the aging woman to spare his life, for "the love we once had". She agreed to let him go where the Jamuraan sea ends, if he vowed never to return to Jamuraa or her seas.
Ramirez floated on the small row boat he was set out upon for what felt like eons. Barely alive, he woke from a hunger induced black out surrounded by a thick haze. Rubbing his sunbleached face, he heard something he had never quite forgotten. A deep, rumbling laugh. That laugh.
His boat began to shake, and the grotesque monster that had haunted his dreams for ages emerged from the water.
Tentacles dripping, and smelling like vomit and plague, the beast said, "It is now time for your payment."
"Pay-payment? What the hell is this?"
The beast just laughed again, and everything became cold and black for Ramirez.
He came to at some point much later with a rush of knowlege and an immense pain.
The beast's life force had somehow merged with his own. During this, Ramirez had inherited some of the beast's genetic memory. After years of searching for answers about his sudden change of fortune, it was all too clear to him now. He remembered the deal the creature and himself had made. His life and some power, for millenia of pain.
He now knew the beast's name was Ixmoria. He knew the beast was born of a race that existed between realities. He now knew about the different realities or "planes" that existed. And he knew all about the interplanatary hoppers known as planeswalkers.
He knew the race that Ixmoria belonged had all but died out in a long forgotten battle between them and the magically planeshifting planeswalkers. The race Ixmoria belonged to, had a natural ability to shift from one plane to another. Ixmoria had been defeated by a planeswalker thousands of years before, and had been banished to the deepest part of the Dominaria.
But with all of these things he now knew, he also knew things he wish he didn't. He knew that Ixmoria was slowly filtering out his life essence to repower hers so she can leave the plane of Dominaria. He knows that he is trapped, and there is no way he can escape.
After two hundred years, something occurs that neither Ramirez or Ixmoria expected. The magic waste from Ixmoria digesting Ramirez's life essence, was taking form. At first they were just little specks, moving about. But soon the specks gave way to tadpoles. And the tadpoles gave way to something else, and so on. Over years, the little specks had evolved and looked similar to the Merfolk he had encountered in his travels, but their faces had been warped to resemble the shambling tentacled head of Ixmoria.
Ramirez would watch these creatures, unable to move for for years at a time. They would swim off, and come back with food and whatever else caught their eye. Between that, sleeping, mating, and eating, the merfolk did little else.
One day, the merfolk started looking towards and swimming right around the spot he was being magically tethered to the ocean floor. Excited for the first time in ages, he could feel them. He kept screaming, "Help me!" Help me!" and the more he did so, the more excited the merfolk got. Still, nothing changed.
Another five hundred years passed. Ramirez slept for decades at a time, only awakening for minutes before falling into another slumber. He saw one of the merfolk carrying something metalic, and he thought, "What could that be..." The merfolk swam to him, and presented a small, human made ring.
"Wow." He says to himself. "Now if only you could get me out of here."
The merfolk tilts it's head, and Ramirez hears. "How can we help you?"
Feeling another wave of sleep sweep over him, Ramirez managed to reply, "Kill Ixmoria..." before drifting back off.
Ramirez dozed in and out for centuries. Occasionally waking to find hundreds of these magical spawn gathered around him, kneeling. Sometimes he would wake up, just to fall back asleep. He had all but lost hope, until one day...
He woke up with even more searing pain then in th centuries before. Startled and looking around, still not being able to move, he realized he was bearing witness to a great battle of sheer force of numbers versus an awesome display of magic. Although happy to witness something he had dreamt about since he'd been held hostage by Ixmoria, the happiness was short lived. The immense pain being caused now was still the result of Ixmoria's merging and subsequent feeding of Ramirez's life force, but not because of the syphoning. With each little spear prick, and each claw and gash the merfolk could produce, Ramirez felt it right along with Ixmoria.
Inside his head he was screaming, but the merfolk or Ixmoria did not seem to notice.
As the final blows were dealt, Ramirez at least took solace with the knowlege that his pain would soon end.
After hours of unnumbing pain, the last blow is dealth as hundreds of Merfolk throw themselves in a literal frenzy of claw, fin and tentacle at the monster. A tidal wave of magical energy, Ixmoria's planetary form explodes, and Ramirez's heart along with it. And for Ramirez, everything went black.
What seemed like aeons passed for Ramirez. Then out of the endless void, Ramirez opened his eyes a mere second after the final blow if Ixmoria takes place. Feeling more alive and aware than ever.
He felt something tingle within. The remains of Ixmoria's life force were trying to unattach itself from Ramirez's. He felt as if his entire soul was ripping apart at the seams as a tangle of black eels spewed out of his mouth. Instinctively he then felt his essence spinter within himself again, and from his own putrescence came forth a etheral creature with the appearance of Ixmoria's former self.
"HA, HA, HA!", the sea rumbles as Ixmoria's essence began to speak. "You might have defeated me Ramirez DePietro, but you wi-"
With a simple thought from it's creator, the newly spawned entity swiftly devoured the remaining essence of Ixmoria.
Laughing putrid bubbles of ooze, the gravity of what just happened takes hold of the once feared Pirate King.
Drunken with power, he attempted to planesshift as the thought seized him. He was on another plane of existance. In a lush forrest of steel and brass, unlike he had ever seen. He wandered for mere minutes. Catching a glimpse of his once eternally youthful face, now changed and murated again by his former captor and the Dominarian depths. Disgusted, he tried to look away from all of the reflective surfaces. As the dominarian water started evaporating from his naked skin, he started to phase out of this plane, and back onto the ocean floor, still surrounded by now bowing merfolk.
After weeks of trying to planeshift, Ramirez realized the curse that bound Ixmoria to the fathoms of Dominaria's deep had been merged into his soul after the death and transfusion of Ixmoria's life essence to his own. Thus, dooming him to the same existence. This angered Ramirez like nothing had before, and the tides changed forever that day.
At present time, Ramirez secretly has a finger in every glass of water on Dominaria. Using his legions of spawned Merfolk, his knowlege, and easily corruptible Dominarian citizens, he has taken footholds in every aspect of sea life. Vastly influencing everything from fair trade, to his old staple of piracy. He continues to search for ways of breaking the ancient ties that bind him to the ocean floor, with no hopes of doing so in the near future.
While secretly manipulating everything around him through cunning, guile and subterfuge, he continues to build his wealth, power, and armies of merfolk and other fiendish abominations, while waiting out this fate.
Doran knew he would never acclimate to planeswalking since his initial escape from Shadowmoor. Every sensation he knew to expect before entering the Eternities came fresh, an unfamiliar pang against his being, as if his bark was cracking off but burgeoning with spring growth at the same time. He was disoriented, as if his boughs were firmly rooted in the ground alongside his roots. That thought had gotten a laugh out of the last planewalker he’d met, Gracielle. How strange it was to share such common ground with a fleshling, strange to share an awakening lost even on other treefolk.
Despite any kinship, she’d been of no help to him, just like the last two before her. Those who knew of the other realms of existence were few enough, and it seemed no one could help him find Lorwyn. The way others were all attuned to their homes was haunting, their journeys a lark, with short meditations barely taxing their physical and magical reserves. Returning home should be so damned easy! He and Gracielle had worked through every step of her return ritual with his thoughts guiding them. He had called forth his memories of Lorwyn, and used them to spin skeins between their minds so she could feel its beauty. He had woven the beacon of home and yearning, and she could feel the urgency he felt as though it were her own. Their magics built an image of paradise so real that he could almost feel Lorwyn’s ever-present sun on his leaves, and then the rot began to seep into their minds. Canker, Shadowmoor's putrescence pervading through body and spirit, was a paradise lost to pain and hate.
Tears had fallen from Gracielle’s panicked eyes as she severed the mana skeins between them. She openly wept as she collapsed on the ground and desperately scrabbled away from him. Doran’s body could not cry or bend as hers did, and he had felt this failure too many times to be stirred as she was. She was lucky, she only felt the canker for an instant and it became just a vile memory to her. He could feel it coursing through him now, even with the failed ritual long past and his suppressive magic strong. Every time he tried to return home, Shadowmoor's taint surfaced and cut the tether to Lorwyn’s rolling sunlit hills. He called to Lorwyn and the canker came running, beckoning him to return to Shadowmoor's endless night.
He stopped himself from thinking of Shadowmoor, at least not while walking, lest he revisit it yet again. The other walkers traveled with destinations in mind, or at least with instinct guiding them closer to whatever mysteries they sought. Doran had to ignore his instincts, spending long instances in the rift between worlds. Thankfully, his body stood amidst the chaos more firmly than one of flesh. He never knew how long he remained lost between realities, gleaning glimpses of every world but Lorwyn, never Lorwyn. He only stopped when his trunk ached and his roots seemed dry, and then only to regain his strength. He often spent days or weeks recovering, or what seemed like seconds between the worlds. He was tired now.
Dirt. Steep into it and rest. Its dark here, it was noon when he left. Doran shook his boughs, which meant nothing. But darkness, darkness means another failure. At least there is life here; he could feel the grass at his roots and insects already abuzz in his leaves. Roots and boughs extended, Doran began to meditate. Extending himself into the forest around him, he could feel the strength of the trees. They were not awakened, but conscious, welcoming. This land is vast, lush; there is power here. There are answers here. He cast himself out searching the soul of the forest, the days and nights cycling at the edge of perception. The entire forest is content to cycle between light and dark, a warm glow redolent of Lorwyn and the cold veil whispering of Shadowmoor. This world could almost be home, if not for the spread of cankerous thoughts surging each time his leaves felt the heat of the sun fade away. The world existed as a balance of home and hate, not disparate realities as Lorwyn and Shadowmoor, a balance, a cycle. The trees began receding. He grasped for their mind—not yet! There is more to learn. But then he felt the other presence rise. Not from his search, it had found him.
“Child”
Doran was young by no standards and would have laughed had that word came from anything else. But he felt young now. No, not young, but insignificant, ephemeral. He was lost now, why would it bother with him? His spirit felt as nothing along side this being.
“I see you Child”
All his memories of Lorwyn burst forth, even more than that, all his life. He saw his seed dropping from a tree that never awakened, watched as it was gathered and forgotten by a squirrel. He saw his sapling grow, he felt the sun and he felt himself awaken again, roots and branches finding a will against wind and earth. The animals living on him while he rested away short years in the sun. A festival the tiny Kithkin held around him as he rested after hurling the Boldwyr giants from his forest. His parent tree still stood when he visited, so tall and silent and loving—everything all at once. This is what he was searching for. How could he get it back?
“I see you Child”
Canker. It spread from him, into the animals of his swamp. He didn't care, they were wicked creatures anyway. He picked at his wounds to fling the sickness onto passing caravans that would have burned him had they realized he was awake. The other trees were foul, stunted with no light to reach for, uprooting saplings to preserve water for themselves. Foul water, blood and algal slicks and root severing merrows. No sun, only wilt. How long had he rooted in the dark, killing and cowering, before he remembered Lorwyn? Until he created the ritual to purge the canker? He guided the magical light inward until it scorched his heartwood, it had nearly killed him. Through that havoc he awakened again, but even freedom from Shadowmoor had only dulled the canker.
“You see the sickness! How do I get home?” There was no answer to his pleas, only a silence between himself and the lush growth of this world. He tried to reach further, and the screams began—chaotic, primal, bellows of despair and pain. Canker. Doran shook out of his meditation in time to see a rabbit writhe as the pustule grew on it's flank, wailing as it kicked its remaining legs in an attempt to escape. The wailing suddenly ceased as a man crushed the creature's head under his boot. People?
He saw them now. They had hewn the trees around him and built a berm, within which they burned his fallen brethren. “Fools!” he bellowed “You'll not fell me!” He wrenched at his trunk but could not move, they had staked and tethered him to the ground. “False roots cannot hold me!” Again he wrenched his body, snapping some of the vines that held him. The man who had killed the rabbit then spoke. “If you pull free, they will burn us.” Doran glowered down at him, what foolish bravado to threaten him so... burn us? Doran stopped rending the vines and looked again. The grass around him was dying and the man before him was growing pustules, one of his arms a stump with fresh bandages. This had never happened outside of Shadowmoor. It could only mean…
“I've brought it with me.”, Doran realized aloud. The man nodded, then began speaking calmly despite the pain he must have felt with each breath. “The mother felt it when you arrived, but your tainted body came with a pure mind. The forest has not had a true sentient since before my time. I offered myself as your caretaker so that your voice may wake one of our own. But we cannot let you leave this spot.” The burning trees were a sacrifice, not a threat. The thick smoke prevented anything flying to or from his branches, and this man killed anything within his diseased circle. The canker had returned and Doran would have to return to Shadowmoor to purge himself again. He grimaced inwardly; he would need to return regularly or risk bringing his darkness to others. The man spoke again, “We've held our vigil for days. Did we buy you enough time for the mother to answer your questions?” Doran was already concentrating on his journey. He could leave immediately, finding Shadowmoor was easy with its hateful canker so deeply infused in his grain. Doran did not bother to answer the dying man. He need not know his death is meaningless. There are no answers here.
It was once said that Azusa revered the Kami. Indeed her days as a
wandering druid were peaceful and contemplative before the Great Kami
War, but afterwards, her faith in the spiritual realm was shattered
forever. Having seen humans callously torn apart by mystic energies
and otherworldly torments, her once devout resolve in the harmonious
nature of the Kami was utterly destroyed.
And so Azusa travelled on. She did not know where she travelled, or
whom she sought, but some great inner strength propelled her onward,
day after day. After many months of arduous travel through dense
Kamigawa forests reminiscent of her once beloved Jukai, Azusa was set
upon by a band of mercenaries. Instantly she recognized their
barbarian garb as belonging to the ranks of the fearsome warlord Godo,
and she realized that these men were deserters from his forces. They
were gaunt men with craven, hungry looks in their eyes. While Azusa
acknowledged that her life was likely nearing its end, her ascetic
nature kept her from prostrating herself and begging for mercy.
And so the men came closer, and closer, and closer. Azusa felt a
warmth swell within her chest, and she wondered momentarily if she had
been stabbed. Yet as she looked down to inspect herself she saw that
her body was intact, and that time itself seemed to have stopped. The
bandits were frozen in their tracks, with their swords drawn and
hollow eyes still focused on her. Then there was light and warmth and
Azusa saw the men no more.
Where am I? Azusa wondered to herself. She was in a city marketplace,
filled with humans, lizard people covered in scales, and little red
creatures reminiscent of the goblins on Kamigawa. As she traversed the
epic sprawl of the bazaar, she stopped by a small store which appeared
to be a potion shop. Knowing that her mysterious journey was likely
the cause of strange magics, Azusa decided to ask the shopkeeper where
she was and how she got there. As she entered the dusty, cobweb filled
store, Azusa felt a sense of apprehension. Never in her years of
travel had she encountered such a strange city, and the entire scene
felt foreign and unique to her.
"Come in, come in,” a voice from within the shop beckoned. Asuza
squinted to make out the figure behind the shop counter in the dim
light.
“Where am I?” Azusa asked, her voice betraying her confusion.
“You, my dear, are at the finest potion and specialty shop on all of
Ravnica.”
“Ravnica? What corner of Kamigawa is this?” she wondered aloud.
“Kami what? I’ve never heard of such a district,” the voice responded
quizzically.
“My name is Azusa, and just minutes ago I was being accosted by a gang
of raiders on a deserted road in the middle of a forest,” Azusa
explained.
“A forest you say? Perhaps you were in Golgari turf, or Simic
perhaps?”
“I know not what Kami you speak of,” Azusa replied politely.
“Indeed you are quite lost, my dear,” the voice continued, “My name is
Circu. I was once a, shall we say, information extractor for the
Dimir.”
“Well Circu, can you tell me where I am?”
“Ravnica, in the Izzet district. As you can glean from looking
outside, the once xenophobic guilds have all dissolved. The Golgari
and Simic are just two of those former guilds, and while officially
the guilds no longer exist, unofficially they still maintain their
territories and private customs.”
“Are you saying that I’m in a whole new world?” Azusa asked, shocked.
“Heh. Well I don’t know where you started,” Circu replied.
“Kamigawa. My home was Kamigawa,” Azusa said defiantly.
“Well you’re a long way from home if that’s the case,” Circu answered,
“I heard rumblings of other worlds from the mouth of
Sza..err..rumblings of other worlds during my tenure as an information
extractor. If indeed you can travel between these planes that would
make you a planeswalker, and a valuable friend to have.”
“Planes…walker?” Azusa could barely fathom what the term meant.
“Stay for a bit, and we’ll talk. It appears there is much for us to
teach each other.”
Azusa ultimately ended up spending several weeks learning about
Ravnica with help from Circu. Azusa was a keen judge of character and
could tell that he had a dark past, however in her presence he was
always a gentleman and a source of great knowledge. As time
progressed, she began to hone her planeswalking skills and eventually
ended up moving from plane to plane with ease, constantly searching
for answers to questions she had yet to ask.
On some planes Azusa encountered fierce and violent creatures, though
her time spent with Circu had allowed her to hone her defensive magics
so she could turn the very ground the beasts walked upon against them.
As she continued to travel the multiverse, Azusa strengthened her
insights and inner resolve, never once forgetting the Kamigawa plane
that she used to call home.
"I am a catalyst, a guardian of the land. Ever since I was a child, I've felt a connection to Zendikar. I was discovered by the elves of Mul Daya in the early stages of my youth. They say I was found embraced by the earth and that the land that had formed a shelter around me. They took me in and taught me their magics. At an early age, I showed an aptitude for the land. Soon, I had surpassed even the Elves' greatest druids. I left them and journeyed throughout Zendikar for many years. Along my travels, I gained a connection with the land that was fathoms deep. I began to feel that I was meant to protect Zendikar, to become a focus for the power of Zendikar itself. My powers continued to grow until the spirit of the land and my very being became one. I learned that the essence of magic, mana, is not a mage's to take, it is merely a loan from the world around us. Recently, I have begun to feel a disturbance, not a mere uneasy feeling; a disturbance in the fabric of Zendikar. I can feel my leased powers draining. I am losing my powers, and I can feel myself becoming corrupted."
-A page taken from the journal of Ob Nixilis, found in the ruins of the Kazandu Refuge
Note - The context of the entry is that it takes place before the awakening of the Eldrazi.
Niv-Mizzet had done the calculations. He was almost certain that he was entering a fight he couldn't win, but the sole alternative was to hide away in Nivix, which would only serve to delay his demise. He reasoned that it would be better to take the nephilim by surprise, placing his hopes on the slim chance that he could defeat the titans before they mounted a successful counter-attack.
Even though Niv-Mizzet was able to destroy two of the behemoths, the other three only seemed to intensify their assault, beating him to within an inch of his life. But before they could land a killing blow, the ancient dragon suddenly experienced a fiery flash of enlightenment as the vast potential of the Multiverse unlocked itself within his mind: He had ascended.
Despite his newly discovered powers, Niv-Mizzet realized that he was no match for the brute force and numeric advantage held by the nephilim while in his current battered state. Invigorated by quickened logic and a moderate dose of self-preservation, he decided to leave the plane of Ravnica, painfully aware that it would be at the mercy of the rampaging monsters.
In a weakened daze, Niv-Mizzet half-flew, half-fell through the Blind Eternities and eventually found himself drawn to a nearby plane with intense mana spikes. But in the process of materializing on Dominaria, he was caught in a time rift, hurtling him four thousand years into the past. Somewhere between the rush of nothingness and empty roars issuing from his throat, he lost consciousness.
Niv-Mizzet awoke to find himself surrounded by a group of refuge wizards from the ruins of the College of Lat-Nam, which had been destroyed in the wake of the Brothers' War. These pitiful-looking mages were kneeling or bowing in awe at the spectacle of a dragon Planeswalker, simultaneously trembling in fear and in greedy anticipation of the magic potential such a being could grant. Amused by their subservience, he obtained information regarding his temporal displacement under threat of dragonfire, then resolved to make the best of his new situation by founding a new school for magical study called the Institute of Arcane Study.
Niv-Mizzet would teach these Prodigal Sorcerers the way of the Firemind, and in turn they would spread their influence throughout the plane, with the ultimate goal of returning to their master with arcana and artifacts from afar. Constantly researching and devising a way to return home through Ravnica's planar seal, which had dissipated in his original timeline only because of the time rifts, he devoted the rest of his energy on a plan to defeat the foul nephilim that had so unceremoniously driven him away from his home plane.
Then again, four thousand years is not such a long time to wait for a fifteen thousand year old dragon Planeswalker...
Niv-Mizzet the Prodigal :2mana::symu::symu::symr::symr:
Planeswalker - Niv-Mizzet [M]
[+2]: Niv-Mizzet, the Prodigal deals 2 damage divided as you choose among one or two target creatures and/or players. Draw a card.
[-2]: Target permanent's owner shuffles it into his or her library.
[-7]: You get an emblem with "At the beginning of your upkeep, search target player's library for a card and play it without paying its mana cost. If it's a creature, it has haste. Then that player shuffles his or her library." {4}
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The other entires
Thoughts on who our vote should go to and why?
They've decided to add a rubric for voting
Quote from weaver »
Categories are voted on out of 25 Points, 10, 10, 5.
1.) Power level: (-/10) No Jace the Mind Sculptor's here. You want to keep a balance between Playability, and fun.
2.) Creative factor: (-/10) This is a combo between the creative writing piece and the design of the Planeswalker. The back story is always important for any hero/villain. But creating a boring Planeswalker is also not good. Be Innovative, try out new things, and maybe we'll create something awesome.
3.) Legendary Choice: (-/5) I gave a big list of cards in the hopes that we could get some real diversity between Planeswalkers, and not have the same Legendaries be chosen.
Hey!
Thanks you guys.
I can't believe you actually used my idea!
I'm so proud of myself. Self-five!
Stupid rumor mill traffic...
It says I already posted and I should wait another 30 seconds or it just crahes the site...
I hope we will win the contest,
are we allowed to edit or make our story longer/juicier?
And I'm still a minion,
darn...
And why is R~ posting so much here? Has he joined?
Last I checked he is still a member of the Called. Probably a friend of our clan...too lazy to check
@ johnthemaster - CMB uses what works, regardless of rank. We're efficient like that...just check out the flavor text of Skinrender, even Elesh Norn will admit that
Last I checked he is still a member of the Called. Probably a friend of our clan...too lazy to check
@ johnthemaster - CMB uses what works, regardless of rank. We're efficient like that...just check out the flavor text of Skinrender, even Elesh Norn will admit that
Gave me a chuckle at how they hinted 3 praetors on a card the is in 2 of my decks.
And I didn't even notice!
The crash sucked though...
I almost freaked out when it went down.
Welcome to the 14th Thread of [Clan Mono-Black]. Join us as we revel our Phyrexian brethren victory over the Mirrans! Mirrodin is no more and our Phyrexian brethren once again have a place to call home! All Hail Phyrexia!
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Welcome are those who are in touch with their dark side. Black mana is not only about death, destruction, and zombies, but is all about power and having the ambition to attain any power you desire, no matter what the cost.
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Current topics for discussion are, but not restricted to: deck discussions, pro tour events, drafting, entertainment, current events, your lives, and dark plots to take over the world, but most importantly, how the Phyrexian Invasion of Mirrodin is all apart of our grand master plan.
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For those corrupt souls who wish to join our ranks of Darkness, please refer to the Membership Guidelines at the bottom of the page. This clan is not for the light hearted, so be prepared to lose all that when you are around us!
:sympb::sympb::sympb:The Ninth Sphere:sympb::sympb::sympb:
Ascendant Evinicar
Sir Auron25, Evincar of Ambition
:sympb::sympb::sympb:The Eighth Sphere:sympb::sympb::sympb:
Scion of Darkness
therestless, Scion of Vermin and 2009 [CMB] EDH Champion
:sympb::sympb::sympb:The Seventh Sphere:sympb::sympb::sympb:
Praetors
Svogthir, Founder and First Evincar of Clan Mono-Black
Darth Bunny, Former Scion of Darkness and Praetor of Damnation
SGT_Chubbz, Praetor of Madness and Phyrexian Librarian
Tordeck, Praetor of Malice
:sympb::sympb::sympb:The Sixth Sphere:sympb::sympb::sympb:
Disciples
Fio, Disciple of Nihilism
Shinigami, Disciple of Pain
TheEndIsNear, Disciple of Yawgmoth
svensparx07, Disciple of Vindication
175grams, Disciple of Fugue
JustSin, Disciple of Attrition
brengera, Disciple of Tourach
xSuperZer0x, Disciple of Poison
Death Gaara, Disciple of Death
tomathan88, Disciple of Mephistopheles
backofried
whidye
yawgmotheternal
Johnthemaster
:sympb::sympb::sympb:The Fifth Sphere:sympb::sympb::sympb:
Minions
Psioncist
Juggles the Mage
Mind Games
Marr965
SerrasLilAngel
4everblack
Mindfux
Jdacheifs
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him88herself
DigicoolDad
voldgift
FuxAlt
Raynedono
Sora
TheMechaniz
Eventide Sojourner
515 Planeswalker
jeebs67
ruleofthumb
:sympb::sympb::sympb:The Fourth Sphere:sympb::sympb::sympb:
Thrulls
cheesen
FrankDV
mcnubbins2t
BeingHumanBeing
Uriel Coleridge
Yawgmoth's Will
Ohms
Dark Majic
Germanicus
Zananos
Lareef
Mortivore21
activesilver
arrow runner
Sominiser
Kuro Pitlord
:sympb::sympb::sympb:The Third Sphere:sympb::sympb::sympb:
The Corrupt
Zaph
Yukora
rianalnn
Queklain
Ravarshi
Skajetolaf
George
AsianInvasion
Zazirik
Weaver
calibretto
Ilvaldi
Rubin8tor
Ravus
Keeperofzion
duffman913
Xanth
Mephistophelic Orion
Reanimation
DropAndDie
ChaotiX
MandersHex
Blue Angel
vezokpiraka
V.M.Santore
Mr. Mindbreak
bebo22
ExlightT
ZombieAngel666
:sympb::sympb::sympb:The Second Sphere:sympb::sympb::sympb:
Lost Souls
SyNide
Wessel
Yukora
Masamune
Valentine1
makingnotches
Viberunner
Oni_girri
Juggles_the_Mage
Black Dawn
Tyler Durden
Trifle
AWOL
Vesshusban
Blue Ghost 4
Nightmare Vampire
:sympb::sympb::sympb:The First Sphere:sympb::sympb::sympb:
The Black List
Mindslavor
BBBThe FallenBBB
SyNide
Svogthir
Valentine1
:symr::symg:Allies:symg::symr:
The Pack
Clan Bolas
:symu::symb::symr:The Triple Alliance:symu::symb::symr:
The Izzet
House Dimir
Clan Mono-Black
:symb::symb::symb:Clan Contest Honors:symb::symb::symb:
2008 Survivor Winners [Necropotence]
2010 Survivor Co Winners (with Izzet) [Liliana Vess]
:symb::symb::symb:Clan Tournament Champions:symb::symb::symb:
2008 Standard Winter Tournament
AsianInvasion of the Izzet
2009 EDH Winter Tournament
therestless of Clan Mono Black
2010 BYOS Winter Tournament
AsianInvasion of the Izzet
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:symb::symb::symb:Clan Affiliates:symb::symb::symb:
Damnation Studios
:symb::symb::symb:Old Threads:symb::symb::symb:
[Clan Mono-Black] Welcome All Black Mages
We Got Screwed in Xth, it's [Clan Mono-Black]
Dusk Falls on [Clan Mono-Black]
We Are Eternal [Clan Mono-Black]
Four Words to Choke Upon: We Are [Clan Mono-Black]
[Clan Mono-Black] MTGSalvation's Most Ancient Evil
There's No Going Back Once You've Gone [Clan Mono-Black]
You're Only Alive As Long As [Clan Mono-Black] Needs You
The Boogy Man Checks His Closet For [Clan Mono-Black]
Your Puny Minds Cannot Fathom [Clan Mono-Black]
Surrender Your Thoughts To [Clan Mono-Black]
The Dead Shall Serve [Clan Mono-Black]
[Clan Mono-Black] Goes for the Throat
Section 1: Membership
To become a member, you are required to submit a mono black deck list. This list can be of any format but it is to be a serious deck. (I.e. It has to be functional. I do not wish to see decks that are just black cards and Swamps mashed together, as these are a disgrace to the name [Clan Mono-Black]. Any format is welcome: Standard, Extended, Legacy, even EDH! There will always be someone here to be able to give good feedback.
Section 2: Rising Through the Ranks
Once you post your deck list, members will welcome you and if your list checks out, you will become one of our Minions. Once you are a minion, you are a new member. Once you become active enough (50 posts in the clan threads in a relatively timely manner (i.e. no 50 posts over the course of a few years), you will become a Disciple, and with it you will get a nifty title (that follows the style Disciple of ~, where ~ is a black mana trait)! The Harbinger of the Swamps user group is exclusively for past Evincars, Scions, CMB tournament Champions (if your a member that is. This does not apply to members of other clans), an members who have gone Above and Beyond the Call of Duty for the Clan. Once you are a Harbinger, you are are permitted to create any title of your choosing. If you are a Disciple and you manage to become inactive for an extended, unexcused period of time and you get moved to the Thrull category, your title is forfeit and it becomes up for grabs. Should you return and become active again, your title will not be waiting for you if someone else took it. You will be forced to create a new one.
Section 3: Friendship Policy
If you wish to become a friend of [Clan Mono-Black], you are only required to post. You are welcome to explain why you wish to be a friend (for example, if you are from an allied clan or if you just like black mana as a secondary color, or if your just friends with clan members here!). If you wish to to become a member after you are a friend. You will still have to follow new membership guidelines by submitting a blacklist. However, if you have already reached the magic number of 50 posts as a friend, you will automatically become a Disciple! If you were inactive or inconsistently active, you will still be required to submit 50 posts in a relatively timely manner.
Section 4: Resignations
For those members who wish to step down from the clan for whatever reason, you are to simply state it in a post. You will then be added to our friends list. Should you chose to return as a Disciple, simply state so and the members of the clan will decide whether or not to readmit you.
Section 5: Conduct
While a member, you will be expected to follow all rules of the forums. This means no advertising, no hotlinking , no spamming, no flaming, and general manners are to be used. We will also expect card tags and deck tags when you post decks. We also would like you to post in a semi-professional manner. Pretty much just follow MTGSalvation Guidelines. You are also expected to have fun around here!
7/6/10: As of now, the Behavior policy is getting stricter and will be enforced. In addition to using basic forum rules and manners, I will require that all posts have substance. No more short and pointless posts. Should behavior like this continue beyond the point of a casual warning from me or another member, I will demote you from Disciple status until you have proven that you can play with the big boys. In addition, if it continues even farther, I will report you to the mods. This is all not to be taken the wrong way, it is just a way to prove to the mods that this clan is not a problem clan and we can behave ourselves after the recent developments that occurred here.
Section 6: Exile
Should you misbehave inappropriately or disobey the forum rules, you will be asked to stop posting in this clan and will be added to the Black List.
Section 7: Sister Cells
Recently, Clan Mono-Black has expanded its horizons and opened up a cell on MTG Darkness. Should you chose to join this clan from MTG Darkness or vice a versa, your status will be held. So if your a Disciple here and you so chose to join in our sister cell, you will still retain your status you hold here.
Sister Hall
Be sure to check out our own Handbook
Ninth Sphere - Evincar of Darkness: Leader
Eighth Sphere- Scion of Darkness: Second in command
Seventh Sphere - Harbinger of the Swamps: Upper level member
Sixth Sphere - Disciples of Darkness: Members
Fifth Sphere - Minions of Darkness: New Members
Fourth Sphere - Thrulls: Disciples and Minions who are inactive
Third Sphere - The Corrupt: Friends
Second Sphere - Lost Souls: Former Friends/Members
First Sphere - Black List - Members banned from CMB
The Fallen - Past Evincars
Phryexian Librarian - Title given to the Wiki Keeper
Nice new thread we got. Like the Sheoldred art. Is it me or does she look like what Shelob from the LotR books should have looked like. (movie was a terrible render IMO)
edit, and a promotion? Thx boss man.
Congrats Restless. Looks like your gunna have to get your sig changed again
edit2 @ SA you have 4everblack twice in the minions section
And if we are going with the Praetor theme shouldnt the 7th sphere be renamed?
Oh and can we switch to mana symbols?
The Family
I'm going but just have a(n at capacity) hotel room booked.
Here is what they suggested. I propose changing them is up to the individuals in that rank.
Evincar-Father (I'm against because I like the title of Evincar.
Scion - Whispering One (up to the restless)
Harbingers - Praetors (I just changed it. Harbingers were such a crappy title and were just placeholders until we got a new one. thanks Wizards!)
Disciples- Thanes (eh, I like Disciples better.Up to them though)
Minions - Newts (eh again. this is up to us though since friends dont get the vote)
Edit: Also, the following are now members. THey can have a title now!!
backofried
whidye
yawgmotheternal
I have conquered Fruit, Spike, and Moon!
Oh and I edited my first post just in case anyone missed anything
The Family
I have conquered Fruit, Spike, and Moon!
And look your the only disciple that has a disciple lol
The Family
now that mirrodin is compleat, the sui kindergartener in me cries for joy!
I have conquered Fruit, Spike, and Moon!
For titles, the only change I really like is to Praetor. All the others fit really well already. Gotta have some remnants of the old order, right?
OMG YES!:o I had no clue those were ready yet!
Probably should go and fix the Harbinger list to a Praetor list then huh....
@yawgmotheternal: The titles fit the Disciple of ~ where ~ is an embodiment of black mana. Some of the ones used will be available since some of the members are inactive and lost thier status.
EDIT: I changed Harbingers to Praetors. I also changed the first half of the post to Phyrexian Mana.
@SA: backofried should be bakofried (in the Disciples section).
I'm... deciding between a few I guess:
whidye, Disciple of Rituals
whidye, Disciple of Loss
whidye, Disciple of Fluffy Kittens
whidye, Disciple of Torment
Thoughts? (Also - I only support "Praetor" as a change)
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Glad to hear you're doing better now, Sir_Auron25. Stay in touch, man.
ALL IS ONE
If that's the case, the Izzet should surrender to the awesomeness that is CMB in future clan contests
And sweet new thread!!! :toot::toot::toot::toot:
What I've currently preordered:
(You should probably not click on this.)
2x Blade Splicer
1x Bludgeon Brawl
6x Caged Sun
4x Chancellor of the Forge
3x Dispatch
2x Elesh Norn, Grand Cenobite
1x Enslave
2x Fresh Meat
1x Geosurge
4x Geth's Verdict
4x Gitaxian Probe
4x Glistener Elf
4x Immolating Souleater
4x Impaler Shrike
4x Invader Parasite
5x Island (#168)
5x Island (#169)
2x Jor Kadeen, the Prevailer
3x Lashwrithe
2x Life's Finale
4x Lost Leonin
3x Moltensteel Dragon
1x Mycosynth Wellspring
5x Noxious Revival
1x Phyrexian Ingester
3x Phyrexian Obliterator
2x Phyrexian Unlife
5x Plains (#167)
5x Plains (#166)
4x Porcelain Legionnaire
2x Postmortem Lunge
4x Praetor's Grasp
2x Pristine Talisman
1x Psychic Surgery
5x Rage Extractor
2x Remember the Fallen
6x Ruthless Invasion
1x Sheoldred, Whispering One
4x Tezzeret's Gambit
4x Torpor Orb
6x Triumph of the Hordes
1x Urabrask the Hidden
4x Vault Skirge
1x Vorinclex, Voice of Hunger
4x Whipflare
2x Whispering Specter
(You should REALLY not click on this.)
4x foil Puresteel Paladin
2x foil Gitaxian Probe
2x foil Jin-Gitaxias
4x foil Mental Misstep
4x foil Despise
2x foil Phyrexian Obliterator
2x foil Praetor's Grasp
1x foil Urabrask the Hidden
5x foil Beast Within
3x foil Batterskull
4x foil Hex Parasite
2x foil Sword of War and Peace
They only had 3x Obliterator, 3x Lashwrithe, 3x Dispatch, 4x Gitaxian Probe. I wanted 5/6/5/6 of those, respectively. The others were for cost considerations (i.e. I'm not spending 8 on an uncommon.)
I was about to preorder some stuff from CFB (entered all my information etc...) and then the page reloaded when I clicked submit and I was back to step 3. They had increased the price of Mental Mistep to $4! WTF! Sadness...
The card Bludgeon Brawl... is amazing haha. Being able to use SDT as a weapon, or... dare I say, some Scryb Ranger wielding a Lux Cannon seems like the best thing ever...
{ASIDE: Are the forums messing up for you guys? I keep having problems posting...}
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Yes, I'm not sure what's going on but I'll see what I can find.
The Family
My posts have all been delayed by like 3 minutes each. The first time, I triple posted and I had to go back and delete the other two.
Edit: Gahh...it happened again with this post =(
SCG has that as a $20 foil.
If only I actually trusted any other dealer to not back out of a confirmed order... This is a rather scary set. Between standard, legacy, and EDH there's a LOT of relevant cards. Most of those cards, barring a few that I just couldn't justify the prices on (Beast Within, Puresteel Paladin, Mental Misstep) I got 2-6 foil copies of incoming. Relative to the other sets in Scars block this won't be drafted very long and it looks like it'll be everywhere.
Damn WotC releasing a set like this within a month of tax day.
:symb::symg:
Thanks you guys.
I can't believe you actually used my idea!
I'm so proud of myself.
Self-five!
Stupid rumor mill traffic...
It says I already posted and I should wait another 30 seconds or it just crahes the site...
I hope we will win the contest,
are we allowed to edit or make our story longer/juicier?
And I'm still a minion,
darn...
GBInfectBG
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And why is R~ posting so much here? Has he joined?
Last I checked he is still a member of the Called. Probably a friend of our clan...too lazy to check
@ johnthemaster - CMB uses what works, regardless of rank. We're efficient like that...just check out the flavor text of Skinrender, even Elesh Norn will admit that
Gave me a chuckle at how they hinted 3 praetors on a card the is in 2 of my decks.
And I didn't even notice!
The crash sucked though...
I almost freaked out when it went down.
GBInfectBG
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