MTG Salvation

UPDATE: removed a Putrid Leech and added a Gigapede just in case I draw Draco, I need at least 1 way to get it out of my hand!

oh, wow, I totally missed that. Damn typos. Thanks for the clarification


Fixed: Changed the keyword template in the set, so everything should be fixed again. O.o I think that typo got to the print playtest!

no, its worded as intended, you only reveal 1 card after the calling effect.

You're local @ GG, I also visit the GG. Good to see some locals on here.

The sun had almost reached its zenith on the first day of their journey. Morogoth had already begun to sweat in his armor, even in the shade of the canopy. The light glinted through the leaves and dappled across the path as the party traveled through the forest outside of Semir Farr. The forest was strangely silent, devoid of the normality of the sounds of birds and animals moving in the underbrush. They pasted several markings of elf-kin. Morogoth guessed it was unlikely that Humn'glimor would have recognized them, but Zelothix on the other hand may noticed, but it was hard to see under his cowl, which he had pulled up tightly over head at journeys start, and refused to removed it even after entering the shade of the forest and the intense heat of the autumn sun.

Humn'glimor was already becoming jittery as he was leaving the town for the first time. He was a talker, and babbled constantly. He especially was excited about the prospects of treasure. Apparently his family was not terribly well to do, and leaving in hopes of great conquest and riches, risking life and limb, was the best thing since Sagg in Methorale. In contrast both Morogoth and Zelothix traveled in silence, Morogoth giving only the slightest grunts that seemed appropriate in between the chatter of the illusioner.

"Oh it was my great great great grand pappy who once crossed the Gull Draz the great desert filled with all sorts of dangers and scorpions, oh the scorpions. I only knew about this of course because of the stories given down to us from generation to generation. We Illusionars are the greatest story tel –“
"Stop," Morogoth commanded, raising his massive fist in an abrupt manner.

The party halted and waited. The forest was still silent. They hadn’t even seen animals since they had left Semir Farr, which would bode poorly on their rations if conditions didn't change. This wasn't the sort of forest that one picked and ate the random fru\its one found.

Then there was a snapping sound. Something up ahead, or was it to the left? Morogoth with his trained ears was probably the only who heard this minute sound in the heavy silence. The humidity was worse now that it was later in the afternoon. Sweat was rolling down Humn'glimor's face. The demon stood motionless but remained shoaled in his hooded dark grey cloak. Then there was another snap, and this time Glimor heard it also, a single elf stepped out onto the path about 40 paces down from them. He was obviously of the wood-kin; wiry horns curled off his head and he was clothed in light leather woven with the thick Choquato leaves making excellent camouflage and still provided a reasonable defense against swords and arrows.

"Bounty be upon us by Humn'numan," Morogoth hailed the elf. He had listened enough to know the local customary greeting.
"Humn'numan gives to all," the elf responded, "except to the demon." The elf was not oblivious to Zelothix’s presence. More elves had stepped onto the path behind the party, and Morogoth could sense more in the forest surrounding them. The odds were not in their favor.
“We mean no harm to you or your kin,” Morogoth tried to diffuse, “The demon will harm no one. He is bound to me to enter the Shadowmaze.”
“Demons will not make it through this forest. We are the children of Lady Revane, hater of demons. We cannot let him pass!”
It was deadly silent, Morogoth could feel the bows trained on them, could feel the tension of the bowstrings, the heaviness of the air. Zelothix seemed to exit his trance. He had been motionless for the entire exchange, but now slight movements under his cloak revealed he was readying himself for a full on battle. Then something rumbled.

It wasn’t a normal rumble, but a rumble from deep within the earth. It was the Roil. Somewhere deep beneath their feet, the Roil had shifted. Soon this forest would be gone, replace by some other terrain. Then there was another rumble, but this was much closer and more pronounced; this rumble was the sound of a tree crashing to the ground nearby. The elves looked nervous.
“Enjoy the Baloths,” cried the Elf leader. They disappeared into the forest. Morogoth turned toward the direction of the oncoming sound.
“Oh no, not the Baloths,” Humn’glimor complained.
“Should we be fleeing,” asked Zelothix. A glint of steel from his cloak indicated he was ready to fight.
“I would hope not,” Humn’glimor responded, “My pappy told me about this once. He was out here exploring the forest when he himself ran into a horde of Nixie Sprites. He was unable to escape their trickery until he ripped open a rift that sucked them all in. I suppose it could work the same here, but…”
“But what,” Morogoth inquired. Just then the ground shifted under their feet and the fell to the ground. The Roil was changing the terrain, and unless they were carful they could end up at the bottom of the ocean, or under a great slab of rock, or in a burning volcano. None of which would bode well for such a short journey.

Nearby the Baloths were unknowingly moving toward Morogoth’s party. Then the ground shifted. It had been a long time since the Roil had moved this forest, and none of the Baloths in this generation had experienced it. They had not felt the first indication of the Roil before because of the tremendous amount of noise they made themselves as they moved through the forest. This shift sent terror into them and in their panic began to stampede. Trees fell before them as they rampaged as fast as they could away from this shifting ground, but what they didn’t know was the whole area was shifting.

The path they were on had shifted down fifteen feet, creating a cliff up to their left. Morogoth had gotten to his feet and was helping Humn’glimor to his feet, when the first of the Baloths toppled over the edge of the cliff directly onto Morogoth. The Baloth was a huge quadruped, with sharp red horns beginning at its head and flowing down its gray back. Its taloned claws dug into Morogoth, who roared back with equal fervor, grabbing the beast and throwing it against the side of the cliff. A brutal snap and its stillness indicated it was dead.

Humn’glimor was barely to his feet when the next Baloth fell over the edge. Zelothix intercepted the creature, and with the help of Morogoth diverted its path away from the illusioner. Humn’glimor chanted a short incantation and made a striking motion against the sky as the next Baloth toppled over the edge directly on top of Glimor. But instead of the beast crushing the hapless illusioner to a bloody mess, it fell into the rift with a loud rushing noise and a bright flash.

The rift grew in size as the ground shifted beneath them again. The cliff shifted down revealing a whole heard of Baloths charging directly at them. A bloody Morogoth braced for the impending fate. Zelothix turned to flee, but the weakest of them all, the illusioner, stood still, as one by one the beasts charged into the expanding rift. As the last Baloth trampled into the rift, it closed and was gone. The blue haze of the rift was still left in an imprint on Morogoth’s vision.

“Well my pappy was right! It did work on groups of things,” exclaimed Humn’glimor.
“Where did they all go,” Zelothix asked. He was walking back toward the group. He had obviously gotten some distance away before he realized the rift was taking care of the problem.
“Oh well, my pappy said they went somewhere, but I’m not exactly sure where they went, something about an extraplanar rift.”
“Well then, shall we –“ Morogoth was interrupted as the ground shifted again. This time the path they were following fell away into a deep chasm. Morogoth had grabbed hold of the cliff wall, clinging to roots from one of the stout trees growing there. Humn’glimor had grabbed hold of Morogoth’s leg, and Zelothix had fallen to a ledge somewhere below. The whole earth was shaking, and the opposite side of the chasm sank into the deep. Morogoth was able to reach down and pull the illusioner and throw him to the top of the ledge where he lay and held onto a tree.

Zelothix was a bit more difficult to get to. The ledge he was stuck on was about twenty paces down from Morogoth, and the precipice was unstable at best. Morogoth began the climb down to him, below there appeared to be a river running. Before Morogoth was able to reach him, the ground shifted again, and the cliff face rotated to an incline. Morogoth slipped and slid down to the ledge Zelothix was stranded on. The rocks were changing into sandstone, and the river below was rising quickly. The ledge they were standing on turned to sand and they began to slide down but it was only for a short moment, because they fell into the rising water, which carried them back up to about where Humn’glimor was still clinging to his tree, which had changed to a palm, instead of the great elm it was.

Morogoth looked around, across the vast ocean that stretched in every direction. A string of islands dotted the landscape, with tropical vegetation growing on them. The land had shifted and they were stranded on an archipelago. Morogoth was bruised and bloody, Zelothix was no better and Glimor was petrified. Now they would have to find some other method of transportation to get across this sea to Shadowmaze.

I believe fear is outdated. Intimidate allows other colors to have fear-like evasion. The 2/2 Intimidate cycle works excellently well as when attacking with it, removing some creatures is more beneficial than others, and when defending, playing different creatures is better than others. Overall for that cycle, I was tired of a two cast 2/2 protection from enemy color. It's been done so many times. I also feel that is a bit too strong in my opinion, so these creatures were born.

I don't believe intimidate made it onto any 3 color creatures for obvious reasons. There is an enchantment that gives a creature Intimidate and mire G. I believe that is Bogan's Blessing.

@myznomer: mmm names, are always difficult. As for the fungi, he's a chump blocker that gains life as you go. That was sort of the idea for him.

If you're interested I can pm you a link to my entire set?

@myznomer: We've done quite a bit of playtesting, and it does seem odd to have a GG reincarnate cost, but it so far hasn't been unreasonable to pay. Reincarnate costs tend to be higher then the actual ability because you also get back the card (hopefully or at least in constructed). If we make the costs too easy to pay so that limited wins, it breaks constructed. Sadly its stuck somewhere in between. This cost does however push this more solidly into either Haroon or Bogan (GUB) which I've yet to release. I believe it will be the next revealed guild.

@atsenick_wrath: This is indeed the case. Not all things end up in the correct color pie, another example is one of the difficulties of making a 3 color set, to match it up with the cleric, I'll post the opposite.



It is Red and White, but as it can be played mono red, it sometimes seems silly, or mono white, also seems silly. Also btw, I'm still looking for creative designers who would be willing to assist me in my work

Look soon for the next update about Haroon (BGW)

NOTE: Loam Steppe changed, and is updated in post. Fortunately we've not gone to "print" yet.

@BladewingX: yes, that cost thing was all a coincidence <_< Trust me there are plenty of other things in the shard that cost other stuff.

@kburts: Indeed, but if they follow up with another instant, that cuts the life gain to 4. Note you also need the Lifebringer Cleric in play for that to be the case.

Look soon for the next update about Caber (RWU)