#Changing your line-ups pre-match
They will be blind (through PM to me) & they will cost 0 points.
If you do not send me a PM before the Matchup starts (times will be posted), you use your default line-up.
Yeah that’s part of the fun, guessing who’d go where and in this case I have an idea on who you’re thinking.
@DemonicDraco is on. Come pick. 
I’ll take Treant @tacet
I guess I will have to be the first person in GoW Fantasy Series history to pick a common. First pick common too at that.
Golem
@Actreal your pick
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Hold on, he is probably off collecting more forum badges 
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So you chose golem huh? Nice pick mr 1 piont.
Pretty damn good tank for a single point IMHO
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Actreal wanders into the tournament arena, fresh Pridelands dust still clinging to his cloak.
He appears to be alone, however, causing the others gathered to frown in puzzlement.
At last, one asks “Are you making your first choice?”
Actreal replies, “Oh, my first choice has been here all along.”
The gathered combatants do not understand, until one notices the smallest movement and glint of golden eyes in the shadows…
…it’s the Raksha princess, the silent slayer, Shadow Hunter!
@Bobomb, you are next.
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Probability wise, not a bad guess , but in fact I was asleep (I’m in Melbourne, like the devs).
I foolishly thought that it wouldn’t get down to my first pick until I had time to get up and get online…
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@Bobomb is online. Come make your pick. :3
I’m a MTG player too I understand completely
After the first day of festivities the competitors retire to their rooms for much-needed rest.
@Bobomb thrashes wildly in his sleep, haunted by a strange nightmare. He’s in a dark forest, covered in a dense fog with a heavenly woman’s voice whispering from beyond the trees. @Bobomb tries in vain to follow the voice but eventually collapses from exhaustion. As his vision begins to fade as he awakens, he makes out a humanoid figure but without much detail.
@Bobomb sits up with a dash, drenched in sweat and with a glowing green jewel in his hands. He knows not where it came from, nor how he acquired it, but he greedily stashes it in his travel bag and lies back down to sleep.
Outside the compound, the Green Seer emerges from the surrounding forest, drawn to the power of the jewel…
@PowerPlay, you are on the clock!
DAMN YOU @Bobomb!
This scares me so much, like i am glad i grabbed tyri early, sirrian only knows if i should rearrange my prio list because of this.
Power Play has 14 points to spend, and he wants to make the most of them. To that end, he feels like he should take Sheggra, but… he decides not to. Teraxxis would be next, but… someone probably wants him and he doesn’t want to be a dick. He finally settles on a holdover from the first draft: Herdmaster.
@Zelfore, make your 2 picks.
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This perfectly explains how I felt by not seeing you post all day @PowerPlay, then you finally showed up:
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I bided my time.
squeak
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It was an unforeseen fear. Warranted, but never suspected in the slightest.
It started in the holy kingdom, Whitehelm. The one known as Zelfore walked into the city of purity and glanced every which way. As they approached the center they once again stopped to take in the surroundings, keeping a watchful eye out for their target.
Zelfore entered the grand cathedral, all eyes within casting their gaze to the intruder. Some sensed within him a dark intent, but kept silent as he was one to have recovered their fair kingdom in the past. This did not stop them from keeping a close eye however.
Zelfore walked up to the podium, before dropping to their knees and offering a swift prayer, a request, you could say. From the faint light casting behind stained glass, a being materialized before the podium, wings spread wide and proud. She uttered but two words, “I accept your request.”
Mercy has joined the party! (4 of 15 Points used)
Zelfore and Mercy travelled far, to the hellish landscapes ventured only by the blighted ones. Zelfore had a goal and required Mercy’s assistance to remain strong in these lands. Trough fire and brimstone they traveled to reach a temple, one if seen in any other kingdom would be thought abandoned. Cracks in the walls large enough to vault, rampant deathweed grew along the stone bricks, capturing nearly the entire place in it’s vice grip. It was a temple fit for the vile fiend lurking inside.
They entered the temple and swiftly a wave of chaos attacked Zelfore thoughts, memories of their torment and misdeeds struck, cycling like a sped-up loop of torture. Mercy caught on quick and began to chant holy scripts to help regain control. Zelfore slowly steadied them self and offered a silent thanks to the angel.
They proceeded further until entering a throne room littered with soot and sulfur spanning it’s entirety. At the end of the room sat a dark figure giving off a crimson glow. “What brings you here, oh Hero?” He spoke with thick sarcastic interest.
“I wish to enlist your services.” Zelfore spoke up, standing strong against the abysmal stench.
“I why would I assist the one who not only cast me from rule, but has also aligned themselves with divine being hailing from the very same land?” He spoke smoothly, well expected of such a powerful daemon.
“Because,” I reached into travel sack, “the reward is to both of our advantages.” An unrolled flyer displaying the Arcane Traitstones was presented in both hands.
“Hm…” He weighed the option for a moment, before grinning devilishly, “Very well, I will accept this challenge. Should we succeed, I shall assist you in your future endeavors.” he then stood up from his blackened throne, his voice quickly turned dark, “But should we fail, I’ll break you myself. Starting with that insane little mind of yours.”
I couldn’t deny my lack of sanity, I did just pair an angel with a daemon. But if things go as planned, this may benefit us all.
Moloch has threatened the party! (9 of 15 Points used)
@Machiknight, you’re up for a double-pick!
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