MTG Salvation

I used to live in Joplin. There's a used bookstore that hosted magic tournaments once a week downtown. I don't remember the name, though.

Anyway, welcome!

Soo, I've gotten ahold of some japanese foil planeswalkers, and theres no way I could alter them myself. o_o;; I'd like to think I'm decent, but nowhere near decent enough for that jazz. Anyone up to the task for comission? >_> PM me if so.

Aaand, also, does anyone have advice on how to alter a foil card? I've skimmed this thread a few times and googled around a bit. I've mostly just found people asking the same question.

And, nice Maria Ozawa. I thought she looked familiar.

Tah gives up on the lock and begins searching the warehouse for any other clues.

Tah holds the lock is in his hands, attempting to discover if it has any magical properties, or if it was, in fact, a very normal, non-magical (but surprisingly flame resistant) lock.

After a moment, he takes the sphere he found earlier out of his pocket, flips it up and down a bit, sighs, and puts it away.

Say what? RDW doesn't have any cards that really matter from Alara block.

rofl

Ball Lightning, Hell's Thunder, Hellspark Elemental, which have all been ran in the top 8 lists since Grand Prix DC.

Volanic Fallout going hurts our SB options (turboland)

Tah searches the crate for any writing or labels, attempting to find information as to who it may have belonged to. That would be a decent place to start a search of how to open it, he presumed.

Tah furrows his brow at the lock, and he examines the lock carefully. He thinks for a moment and chuckles. "Well, if theres a lock..." The pyromancersearches the surrounding area for a key.

Kashim sighs, and gathers another thread of red mana. He attempts to incinerate the lock, blasting it with flame.

Kashim connects his mind to flowing red mana, and holds his palm beneath the lock. The pyromancer attempts to superheat the lock and break it off the latch.

Kashim searches for a way to open the crate, aside from the obvious method he usually reverts to.

Tah scratches his head and pulls out the sphere. He thinks for a moment, pockets it, and chases after the other mana source.

Tah cautiously approaches the corner of the building, wary for traps. It seemed a bit odd that such a powerful.. whatever it was.. would be go unprotected. The pyromancer creates a connection to the mana of the mountains, and goes ahead, intending to open the crate.

Tah follows the trail to warehouse #3, searching for the object exuding mana. The pyromancer sighs, mumbling something about warehouses and fire.

Tah continues to grow frusturated with the search. There has to be a better way to go about this... He focuses on trying to find areas of the warehouses that are exuding each of the five colors of mana. As the spirits above confirmed, time was running out...