#feldon

Every part of this card comes together to tell you Feldon's story without ever overtly saying anything.

The art depicts him as a sturdy man, used to labor, and the workshop around him supports that. His hair is dark, but his beard is gray. He's getting older, but there's life in him yet. He gazes intensely at at the machined face of an automaton's head.

His ability doesn't do anything so gauche as bringing a card back from the graveyard. No, he targets a card in the graveyard -- someone, something that has died -- and and creates a copy, a facsimile, that's an artifact in addition to whatever it was before. But his creation is imperfect. It doesn't last. At the end of the turn, you sacrifice the copy. Greater magics than what Feldon posseses are required to make it stay more than a moment.

And then the flavor text. "She will come back to me." Powerful. Defiant. Sorrowful. Broken? Who can say, we haven't heard Feldon himself speak the words. But he lost someone, and he is determined, driven to bring her back the only way he knows how.

A dice palette for Feldon, the gnomish wizard a la @temporal-paternal-unit

Astral blue and planar purples bloom in the stars. Flashes of fire and elemental magic, all tied together through a keen green eye.

I threw in a planatary d12, given Feldon’s love of the temporal planes as well as a few extra d4s for when he’s got to dish that heavy damage.