“There was a time when the skies remained dark, and the trees could speak. Back then, creatures could talk and you usually did not like what they had to say. This story is about a bird; a bird who asked a few too many questions.
“This bird was special, though. Compared to other birds, this bird had huge wings! He could whip up sand storms and whirlwinds whenever he pleased! This caused many of the other animals to become very angry with him. After much teasing, the bird left to speak with the four great harpy spirits in order to get their help and stop the teasing. Now, can anyone name them for me?”
The wise elder looked across the fire pit towards the enthralled children. Some hugged their knees, others sat wide-eyed, but all were listening. One harpy shot her arm up, feathers rustling. “I think I know,” she added shyly under her breath.
“Well,” the young harpy started, “There’s Fyradin, Fletcher, Thisaria, and, um…” She paused and her cheeks started to flush. The elder sat and waited for the final answer. “Oh!” the young harpy started again, “And Villearie!”
“Very good,” the elder responded. “Now, who can tell me what they represent.” The faces of the children went blank. They exchanged confused looks among them. “No?” the elder glared. “No one can tell me what the spirits represent? What they do every day?” She muttered under her breath for a moment, then stood up from her seat. “What do they teach you these days…” she added.
Leaning on her cane, she limped over to the fire. She reached into one of the pouches that hung from the top and pulled out some kind of dust. She tossed the dust into the fire, which roared in response. She fanned the flames with her mighty wings, and the children all leaned back in unison. The elder dropped the cane to her side and started to move her hands in circles before her, flicking her wings to keep the roaring flames fed.
“Now!” she called out above the sound of the fire, “This is the story of a bird, a bird named Ash. Ash knew, like many of the other animals, where to find most of the great harpy spirits. He also knew what he had to bring in order for the spirits to speak with him. For the first spirit, Fylos, Guardian of Summer, Ash had to find the perfect pebble.
This deck is stupid, stupid crazy. I threw all the legendaries I have into a deck. And then this happened. Onyixa + Illidan = minions everywhere!