(I initially made this on the off chance I would get in the PT. It is too big of a card dump to post on the main forum, but I'm not sure I'm going to flesh it out too much either.)
Horazin is a land where words are power, where songs have a life of their own, and reality rests upon the shifting foundation of a Dreamer. Master blacksmiths hammer virtues into metal, crafting objects of minor and major power. Seers peer into the mists of the future, sealing visions into written words. Prophecies great and small abound, weaving into a tapestry of life. However, the time is fast approaching of a foretold catastrophe that will shatter the world. Witches seclude themselves, wresting power and wisdom from the land. Far below the surface, bedrock gives way to warm mists that boil with monsters.
The Librarynth of Caer Hidlau extends deep into the earth, twisting bookcase aisles and countless books and scrolls. The scholars map and catalogue as much as they can, piecing together the scattered pages of tomes of ancient power.
Sphinxes patrol the borders of Balchder, a nation that resounds with silence, everything and everyone turned to stone. In the royal court is a single silver bell, shining and untarnished.
The King of Beasts reigns in the forests of Dwynwig, taking the lost and abandoned and making them his subjects. Intruders, however, become one with the forest's defenses.
The Asgrin desert lies where once was a vast see, littered with the bones of long dead sea creatures. The dunes surge and crest like waves, upon which the sandships sail. Oases dot the sand sea, bounded by ancient magics and shaded by scarred and pitted ironworks that resemble a simple round shield, if impossibly large and floating with no supports. Queen Eryr reigns over the nomadic people that call the Asgrin their home, bearer of the golden mystery, by which her eyes can see anything within her realm. When the time comes for a new queen, she shall whisper the mystery in her heir's ear. Lately, however, a philosopher from a distant land has worked his way into her favor. Rumor has it that he has a mystery of his own. The people are split, hoping he will add his to the royal line, fearing he will steal the golden mystery and subvert the kingdom.
The Queendom of Wenith stretches far beyond the eye can see, its borders just visible from the basalt spire upon which rests the throne of deliberation. Beneath the golden wheat, there are endless tunnels and caves. Scattered throughout are underground springs and the towns that accumulated around them.
Nomads wander the steppe and tundra of Rhwymo, shamans binding spirits and devils to serve the tribe.
New Mechanic:
Riddle X (When this enters the battlefield, scry X, then exile the top card of your library face down. When an opponent casts a spell with that card's converted mana cost, you may reveal it. If you do, the riddle is answered and you may cast it without paying its mana cost.)
Returning Mechanics:
Transform
Soulbond
Dwynwig
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Asgrin
New token:
Tome
Artifact
Riddle 2
When Tome's riddle is answered, sacrifice it.
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Caer Hinlau
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: Each player draws a card.Wenith
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Balchder
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Rhwymo
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