A quick summary of the MTG cookbook that dropped yesterday:
Ravnica: Krenko got hired by Jace to gather one recipe from each of the ten guilds.
Dominaria: Asmoranomardicadaistinaculdacar travels Dominaria looking for cool mortal fare for her new cookbook.
Eldraine: Storytelling with the Kenriths, Garruk, and Oko involved.
Innistrad: Tibalt being a little slut who is getting in the middle of everything.
Kaldheim: Tyvar preparing a feast for the valkyries to impress them. Also Toski helps.
Kamigawa: Recipes left by Tamiyo to her family, complete with stories that go with them.
Theros: Xenagos starts daydreaming about a new planeswalker pantheon.
Zendikar: Bruse Tarl driving his herds all over Zendikar and picking up meals from everywhere.
Kaladesh: Chandra reminiscing on her life on Kaladesh, featuring Saheeli and Huatli.
Ixalan: The culinary adventures of Vraska and Jace while they were looking for the Immortal Sun.
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I made pirogis. Pirogis have not shown up in the Witchlight game I'm in. I merely wanted to celebrate recovering/reconstructing the trinket document with some more trinkets. Enjoy the resulting pirogis (however they're spelt).
Fun fact, three are from Decima's home(s), and three are themed on the Feywild domains of Hither, Thither, and Yon.
Enjoy some micro-lore and backstory bits too.
Fun fact, each pirogi is a color of mana. Except for the last one. That's colorless. Cardboard is colorless.
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I just posted the final chapter of “New Benalia’s Light,” my series charting Danitha Capashen’s struggle with the trauma of her father’s death, the agony of her doubts, and the devastation of the Phyrexian Invasion! Give it a read!
It was such a cathartic experience to write this chapter, which I've been drafting ever since I decided to expand the first entry beyond its one-shot status. I really struggled to decide whether to split this one up into two more reasonably sized sections, but I decided to release this mega-deluxe-hot-dog of a chapter to give a sense of the scale I'm working through.
'New Benalia's Light' has been my love-letter to my favorite character, my favorite faction, and my favorite plane in all of Magic, and I hope you've enjoyed the ride as much as I have. My hope, as I've discussed in these notes and elsewhere, has been to see how we got from the Danitha of 'Dominaria' and 'Dominaria United' to the Danitha of 'March of the Machines: Aftermath,' including her new green-white color identity (as a side note, I'm a big color pie enthusiast, and I've loved thinking throughwhat it looks like for a White Mana character to add Green). My greatest goal of all has been to figure out *why* she fights, beneath the veneer of honor and chivalry, and what the Church of Serra--which, to me, is the most beautiful of all Magic's religions--means to her. I hope I've done the character justice.
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“Look! In front of the portal!”
A woman stumbled forwards, too dazed to respond the guards’ demands to stop. She fell to her knees before the soldiers, only to have one of them help her back to her feet.
“Relax. Can’t you see she’s human?”
“But the sleeper agents-” another guard began, only for the first to silence him by pointing at the massive wormhole in space.
“I think they’re past the point of subtlety now. Come on. Let’s get her inside the college. Miss, can you walk?”
The woman nodded, and muttered to herself as the soldiers led her towards the Tolarian Academy in the distance.
“I was about to be…compleated. Reconditioned. Then…something happened…spiders?”
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“Send the other to Jin-Gitaxias for reconditioning.”
The Phyrexians complied, and hauled her through the doorway. As soon as the portal closed behind them, however, they were accosted by a sea of black skittering spiders.
—
One of the guards shuddered. “Don’t worry, miss. No spiders here. Not this far from Llanowar, anyways. You’re lucky to have escaped, from the sound of it. Come on, we’re almost there.”
Soon the group was seated in a former mess hall, now converted into a combination of a sickbay and a workshop. A Phyrexian obliterator sat disassembled in the corner as the guards tended to the woman’s injuries.
“Don’t mind that,” a soldier laughed, about the obliterator, once he noticed the woman staring at it. “It’s not coming back.”
“It’s not that…” groaned the woman. “It’s…there was something I wanted to…Ah. I remember.”
The woman eagerly approached the Phyrexian wreck, much to the guards’ concern.
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“I wish I had had my walker. I could’ve gotten to you faster.”
With the guards thoroughly dissolved, the spiders coalesced into a naga-like form. The woman collapsed into the figure’s outstretched arms just as they formed from the insects.
“Sheoldred,” she gasped to the monster.
“Do you remember what I told you about Elesh Norn?” the praetor asked softly. “She has made her move. I can get you out of here, but first-”
“Whatever it is,” the woman nodded solemnly, “I’ll do it.”
Sheoldred smirked. “Oh, it’s nothing bad. In fact…I’d say it’s a long time coming. What do you say we ply some of your surgical techniques on you, before we send you back?”
The woman’s eyes sparkled. “You mean…?”
Sheoldred made a motion with her helmeted head that seemed to suggest she was rolling her eyes. “Yes, Rona. Let us compleat you. And, yes, I will install the rider functionality, too. I’m usually loathe to share my secrets, but considering your dutiful service, I’d say it’s the least I can do. Shall we?”
Rona nodded but said nothing, remaining silently in awe of her praetor.
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“Hey, let me through,” ordered the soldier, as he approached the other troops. “I want to check on that woman I had the others tend to. She seemed out of sorts when we brought her in.”
The vanguard manning the makeshift barricade of cafeteria tables and duct tape instantly began shouting for the man to back away.
“You can’t go in there! She’s in there!”
The man rolled his eyes and began to push past the guards. “For the last time, the Phyrexians are done with sleeper agents. They’re only using…”
The guard trailed off as he finally glimpsed past the barricade, just in time to watch Rona disembowel the last of the detachment that had been assigned to the infirmary/workshop. Her torso was eclipsed by the maw of the scrapped obliterator, and now the compleated artificer was held up by it, as she performed her gruesome work.
“…her…”
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