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Night at the Opera (Intet)

Commander / EDH*

Adirael


Sideboard


Maybeboard


Draw, disrupt, destroy.

"It's not the darkness I fear but dull and numbing shades of gray."

Sydri, galvanic genius

Theme song:

Pantomime, by Orgy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=At91Ct7wwEo

Twiddling the screws on her goggles, sported like a tiara of some mecha-princess, in regal garb - no less, she wrangled her jaw, peering into that pulsing Orrery within her graven-shadow-cast tower. Her nerves were reaching out, attempting to wrangle her heart and thought. Long had she calculated her victory, but more the overshadowing magnanimity that would follow, and ensue, like a hunted thing, but such is she covets glory. Coaxing had held nothing in place! Only, now... action was her place. In feeling unprepared, that's what readied her.

She heard a crashing, irking her fantasy of future flights among the dragon lords. With a little whence to her right eye, she shifted her gaze, leaning slightly out to catch the catastrophe of some idiots meddling among gearhulks, acquiring further experience in waste. Some of the tiny, toy like beings sifted to take notes as others panicked. The rest of those beneath her, simply organized new repetition, like the gritting of her own teeth. This world was like a cesspool of scrap, ever the inventors of antiquated artifice. Old men with the hearts of sweet maidens, never to claim either by word nor embrace. Sometimes she hated herself, for her own sense of worth. But, that was the light that showed her there was more, all the while tricking her between thinking she was deserving and actually needing yet more to possess.

Polluting the moons' light was the smoke of ingenuity. She shook, seeing only her own grandeur, knowing there were many worlds, and she would be their very precipice! Like a jewel, a valued moxen cluttered thing, powering a true machine, not this cancerous blight. It was her right, her duty to believe in progress. No more disgracing leylines, but to honor the vision within. With a sip from her pale goblet, seeing in her mind, as she turned in, there would be gale to sort the smog from cloud, all to bring forth the future she knew, her story. Pull a few strings, anger a few walkers.... She would visit those of other worlds, win them over, show them! She pressed her face to the marble-winged, ink-hide dragon of imagination, Intet, the Dreamer.

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Date added 6 years
Last updated 6 years
Legality

This deck is not Commander / EDH legal.

Rarity (main - side)

14 - 3 Mythic Rares

47 - 3 Rares

18 - 6 Uncommons

15 - 3 Commons

Cards 100
Avg. CMC 2.73
Tokens Ashaya, the Awoken World, 4/4 O Token Creature Dragon, Dragon 4/4 R, Faerie Spy 1/1 U
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