MTG Salvation

Because the Oscars are full of bad people we need out: https://www.change.org/p/academy-of-motion-picture-arts-and-sciences-fire-the-voters-for-academy-award-for-best-animated-feature?recruiter=48133405&utm_source=share_petition&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=share_petition&recruited_by_id=d36a4140-8cae-0130-160e-3c764e048845&utm_content=starter_fb_share_content_en-us:v1

How does that math even make sense? Most planeswalker characters are human or transhuman.

Klothys was livid.

Her hairs, the strands that connected all things from the heights of Nyx to the depths of the Underworld, were caught ablaze with a fiery light. For the briefest moment all beings, be them god or mortal, felt her wrath, her displeasure at their purposes being overturned, their duties to the world shaken, their well-deserved rest bothered by false hope. All who felt ambition, irreverence or even the mildest temptation towards ignoring their true selves learned in an instance why their aberrant whims would be punished with eternal torment.

And, just as quickly, she was calm.

She extended her spindle, and began to weave extensive tapestries, her horns as the distaff. When she weaved she fully surrendered her thoughts, her creative whims one and the same with all of Theros and sometimes beyond it. For all their pretense of being cosmic forces given form and intent, none of the other gods matched her in this harmony; Kruphix understood the tapestry of fate and Purphoros gave in to his heart in his artistic trance, but both still clung on to their egos, the walls between themselves and all that was. They could not do otherwise, for mortals invison mysteries and awe as invitation to a curious or reverent mind while creation to them requires a rational will. Destiny, however, was at once unpredictable and intended, a concept whose understanding requires a complete disregard of thought and self in favor of complete, unconditional acceptance.

This mindlessness veered close to the hedonism of Xenagos, and the fool was indeed perceptive. But he was still selfish, and Klothys despised him fulgently but so quickly as to not even imply her existence to him.

Klothys had no eyes because she trusted in what was intended and therefore did not need to see at all. Mortals have eyes because they need light to tell them whereas there is danger or pleasure or the darkness of either one's absence, but this has the side effect of making them uniquely vulnerable to blindness. And Klothys was not blind, for she did not fear the twists and turns of life. Indeed, her tapestries glowed in strange and exotic colors, which she could apreciate because she knew they were there and had no ego to require sensory validation.

Some of her tapestries involved the lives of mortals and gods. Some were to die - again in some cases - others were to come to enlightening realisations and stay in the Underworld. Most, however, were agents of fate, either made wholecloth from Nyx itself or from mortals who suspected that destiny was a god. These agents to weave in turn, either strands of her hair she could not reach or simply nets to capture the fugitives. Parts of the tapestry concerned the titans, those putrid amalgations of mutant flesh she had ensnared long ago, now breaching out of their containment in the darkest regions of the Underworld. Like any good writer, she wanted to get to the point but make the events leading to that end glorious.

There was, however, a dissonant knot: Elspeth.

Her fate was intimately connected to the rest of Theros, but she was a planeswalker. Klothys was in harmony with fate to the point she could feel its motions in other planes, but usually they laid far beyond her reach. Her agents were even more limited, incapable of following a planeswalker elsewhere even though many knew of their true nature.

This simply meant making a special agent, one who could follow where others could not.

Weaving that tapestry was a tenuous work, pushing at the very boundaries of her trance to the point she had to pause as to harmonise herself more intensely, an odd mixture between ears wide open and every impulse being enacted. The end result was a being who was so connected to his target that it was his fate to follow her wherever she went, so specialised as to have no other option but to cross beyond Theros into the wide Multiverse. Fate, after all, was the ultimate distributor of sparks, though in this case it meant an additional layer of disregard towards causality and chance alike as to provide a Nyxborn with a spark.

Spawning fully formed from Klothys' taspestry was Calix, the hand of destiny. Clad in green silk and gold ornaments, he was Klothys' masterpiece, a singular display of understanding reality by not understanding it at all. Unlike her he was entirely devoid of passion and unpredictability, but he was completely subservient to his role in the universe. He didn't say a word to her at all: as soon as he came into being he followed Elspeth, who had just reached the shores of Nerono.

Satisfied with her work, Klothys tugged at her hair, spindle soon to drip with blood and starlight.

Yes, but so are angels in many planes. Again, the flame-kin of Lorwyn bring precedent, but the explanation better be good because Calix is explicitly called a construct.

Heliod's Punishment is probably in allusion to Hyperion's (the sun titan) imprisonment in Tartarus, alongside a general Atlas reference.

It quickly devolved into non-proxy war, though, since Erebos was too occupied to keep anything in the Underworld and Heliod showed up in person.

The question about what Bolas does next is very simple:

"I have sired whole races, populated entire planes, and then hunted them to extinction for my amusement."

- Emperor's Fist

He did predict Heliod's spear being broken. Maybe he figured out his last intervention only made things worse and allowed Heliod to bring about his own ruin.

They're made of flesh. Curiously like the Amonkhet gods they have a form of pseudo-devotion, so the actual question is why they're not gods aside from the mechanics perspective.

Now Heliod's fate has been spoiled.

Yeah, the Calix thing definitely needs to be explained.

Then again the defnition of "born" in MTG is inconsistent. For example Lorwyn flame-kin are "born" and apparently can theoretically hold a spark but they're just elementals spawned fully grown from a specific volcano.

That and gods shapeshift anyways. If she can be a bodyless eye she can have another bident.

Like I said, one shouldn't look at the past with rose tinted glasses. I say flavour quality as a whole had been on the rise until War of the Spark and even then Eldraine's novel was good.

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I know i should not say that and have no merit to say soo but can wotc plz pick up old autors for those books/URs. I mean the story is going downhill in the last 4 years. The last good ones were from maybe Amonkhet and Ixalan even if not the best but those last 2 years..... man i m glad i didn't pick the book yet.

Lots of old authors were horrible as well, so it makes no difference.

WTF is a diamond storm??

In Gobakhan there are diamond storms. Its why Teyo has hard light barrier powers.