@Aros Not as much as you, apparently.
@mycroft It's not too late, for just one you can remove this card, and save a Target Minotaur just like this one!
@Tayatranscendent "More coffee sounds fine, but keep that hug warm for me there, I may come back for it."
@Tayatranscendent Rose takes a long drink, bites her lip while starting into the distance, then takes another. "I wouldn't be able to tell you now, you understand, but for a second I knew what it felt like to BE lightning," she says.
@orb_warded_kor_warlord I do like how they give your board a modular feel. Creatures are also mana, artifacts are also removal, but in a way that uses both up.
I mean, don't forget that Gourbarr and Mistolin seem to be getting along really well, and we're going to try that mask next time
@DialMforMara Gourbar sighs heavily, "He were a different man. He set all the prisoners free, he went around announcin' everyone debts was cancelled. When they tol' him he couldn't do that, he said they never had no problem with him steppin outside the law before, why should they start now?"
"Eventually a posse of other sheriffs came for him. He took my badge--I were the only deputy left--and his, threw up away, and lit out for the hills. That's the last I heard of 'im."
Looking closely at them, the feeling of waiting is less.
The obvious conclusion is that the gods are waiting for eachother, to all be ready.
Which means are heroes know what to do next: track down the Storm Chaser Nile Nukeveri, their candidate for Setirov, and find the last Godstorm: Hurricane Nan, even now making landfall on the south coast.
Hopefully that's where any storm chaser will be, too.
Tune in next time for further adventures!
"You don't have to do this is you don't want to," they tell her.
"A dangerous, state of the art, never before seen piece of Artifactory, that's gonna be unimaginably powerful and hopefully thumb her nose at the Metro," Rose says, flatly, "And you think I might say NO to test drivin' it?!"
But the copy, again, seems to work. Static arcs across Rose and the copy, it absorbs the mask and the statuette, and takes it's place floating beside Dahfui.
Tebasha has summoned a tiny version of the trains, with a tiny horse automaton pulling it, just big enough to give rides around the park to children. This prompts a delighted shriek from Rose Sirmilio, the famed engineer. "How you DO this?" she says to Tebasha, "It's perfect! The details is amazing!"
After conferring with the party, and the gods able to answer, it's decided to see if Rose's copy is a suitable vessel for Kataranya.
"But after he run in with you, it were like he was a different person, and that were BEFORE he was literally a Different Person!"
Tarjuk pours him a cup of moonshine. He looks at it doubtfully. "You know what this is gon' do to me, right?" In response Tarjuk pours another cup for himself. "Fair enough."
He drinks it and transforms, but seems no more cheerful in werewolf form. So Tarjuk introduces him to the Werewolf rights group, gathered around Mistolin.
Tarjuk is approached by a surly-looking orc. "Hey. I remember you. Ya'll ruined my life!"
It takes a moment, but he recognizes Gourbar, the orc werewolf who had been deputy to Sheriff Grant, the depraved and corrupt werewolf sheriff that tried to arrest them when they first Walked to Onumbrica. "He weren't the best boss, he weren't even good to me, but gadsdangit my life made sense with him!"
"So, where's Seth?" On being informed that he's with Mathael, he grins wickedly. "Mathael's here too? Ohhh, I been wantin to meet him for a long time!"
Ariel wishes him luck and concludes that if Seth is in over his head it's probably no more than he deserves.
This, our heroes decide, is the best chance to find suitable candidates for the other gods. Listen to the songs, the stories, ask Mistolin and Firiel's advice, see who feels right, and seems to fit the roles.
They mingle with the crowd. Ariel is greeted by Hurucair, the spell smuggler, one of Seth's many boyfrinds. "This is amazin'! I brought a score o' bookleggers and we already traded more spells tonight than in last month!"
"Nobody makes a parliament," Chaplet says. "They make themselves." This is what you get when the DM is determined to have a good guy with a Jund color identity.
Mistolin reassures Ariel "Isn't there strength in numbers?"
Firiel chimes in "What better defense against those who would not see the gods return, than those who would?"
In any case, the Parliament is already starting. People are gathering around campfires, exchanging songs and stories.
I put Magic cards through Google Translate until the results are sufficiently funny. (Gay, he/him #LetAjaniHaveaBoyfriend)
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