A nival realm, rife with frost, for the land, gelid and dispiteous, enshrouds prosperity within. The world frore, snow about and flakes that fall, enchains a soul to an end amongst the bitter cold. Claimed by ice, cadaver thereunder, the frigid reality reigns upon itself. Let all kneel, and behold the hiemal beyond.

We ramp, we camp, and we tramp(le). The deck has one plan, and it is fourteen mana by turn five. Suggestions are implored and appreciated in all non-denunciating forms.

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94% Casual

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Revision 10 See all

(1 year ago)

-1 Demonic Tutor main
+1 Sunstone main