Now that the planes have converged, the lid to the coffin has been thrown wide open, and its hordes of blood-hungry fiends swarm outward, led by liches and necromancer barons.Īs Grixis advances on the other shards, its forces grow. It festered for centuries, becoming a hellscape of demons and the undead. Grixis was a closed coffin, a world locked out of the mana of light and life. Puppeteered by Bolas, the mage sect known as the Seekers of Carmot drives Esper into the very kind of anarchic conflict its society scorns. Meanwhile, castes of Bant knights and power-greedy Grixis necromancers have glimpsed the potential of etherium and covet its advantages for themselves. Prophecy-driven elves and blood-crazed barbarians seem to think Esper is some kind of sporting ground. Now that the shards have merged, Esperites seek to plunder the other shards for carmot, but they must fight off the chaotic forces of the other planes at the same time. But their etherium stores were running out, and the formula for its creation involves a red stone called carmot, which is nowhere to be found on Esper. The mages and sphinxes of Esper sought to control every aspect of their environment-the flora, the fauna, and even the sky-through the power of the magical alloy etherium. The same virtue that formed the foundation of their society has become their downfall in war. Accustomed to orderly ritual combat, the all-out planar brawl catches them almost defenseless. Knights ride onward to fend off hordes of zombies, goblins, and viashino.īut they're finding the fight to be stacked against them. Angels go forth to rid the skies of demonic forces and to shield the plane from dragonfire. Bant's smaller nations have united into one mighty army to defend its peoples and values, and to march on the shards that threaten them. And the mages of Esper see Naya as a wild animal in need of etherium refinement-or a snug harness.īant's enemies now wage war not only on their physical borders, but on their orderly ideals as well.

Prides of nacatl leonin have been scattered, torn by confusion and infighting, their leadership swayed by dark powers.ĭrawn by Naya's natural beauty-and thirsting for its living energy-the undead of Grixis have infiltrated the jungle on a campaign of domination. The massive behemoths worshipped by the elves and humans of the shard run rampant, indiscriminately tearing through foreign lands. The shard of Naya, once a lush, untainted jungle paradise, has been burned by the touch of war. As Alara's cultures merge, the global war between the former shards intensifies, thanks to the machinations of elder dragon planeswalker Nicol Bolas. Each shard, formerly a world unto itself, is now a part of the massive world of Alara. All five shards overlap with the others, creating a chaotic blend of magics that feed the power of a mana-storm known as the Maelstrom.

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