I dont get it, im spamming with the same cards with my artezil and I only get 1 point each game, and I dont have cloning I dont use it

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Or play the Notes from the Event with Farookh, if you have got them.

Now Back to the Time travelling Story
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- We are here to help you achieve the mission entrusted to us, Quercus said telepathically.

- Entrusted by whom? Asked Daijin.

- By Tempus. Do not ask me how, but this human knows a lot about many subjects. He came up to me to tell me that the time frame was fixed and an important event took place. He told me the Scourge of souls, we must stop him before he gets his way. I agreed to be sent in that time I met the Archmage Artrezil with whom I discussed the situation.

- I must admit that this story intrigues me to no end. Do you know when we? Artrezil asked to Zahal and Daijin.

- Assuming that you are well Archmage Artrezil, in this case we would be a few years before the war against Nehantic or in the middle. And saw the sky, I think we are in the war, said Zahal.

- You're right Dragon Knight. Now that we introduced ourselves, perhaps you will reveal who you are? I want to help you, but I want to know who I'm dealing with, asked Artrezil examining Daijin.

- We miss all our homework, excuse my friend Kotoba is a little grumpy, said Zahal.

- Kotoba? What? Asked Artrezil.

- Nothing, it is information that we can not reveal to you because it belongs to the future, said Daijin in glaring at the commander. I'm Raven and Zahal here.

Zahal realized he had said too much and stood back to let his adventure companion.

- Presentations are made, it might be time to deal with this scourge of souls, Quercus said impatiently.

- You're right, unless we did not meet a mage time we're stuck here until the problem is resolved.

- But where to start? The Scourge can be anywhere, said Daijin examining the Artrezil look.

- Artrezil of this time, he must have information ... right? Zahal stated.

- I'm involved in the war against Nehantic, I know exactly who is this Scourge of souls and where we can find it. But it does not enchant me to venture where he is because his odious master is never far from him, replied Artrezil.

- Tell me, where do we stand in the war, what year are we exactly? Wanted to know Zahal with an idea behind the head.

- We are in year 34 of the imperial calendar for the rest Quercus should not know what is happening so that it does not act accordingly upon his return to the past.

- It's too late, I already hold a lot of information that would allow me to change my future. But do not worry, Tempus did not choose me at random, I was born the first fruit of the World Tree, I am a Dais my nature prevents me to bring about change in the destiny of this world. Everything I teach remain locked in my mind.

- It's dangerous ... What kind of information do you have, Quercus? Artrezil worried.

- We have been talking all the time of the war against Nehantic, Quercus therefore knows that this war will come a day, said Daijin responding to the Dais.

- Yes, and I know your names, and inevitably I know more about you during our work but also my future. So as not to secrecy about this war.

- You're right Quercus, our mission is as important as the war, the two are closely related because they are associated with an item that is in the future and what this says Daijin. Let Artrezil, where to start?

- Very well, do so, the information I have is one of the meeting places of our enemies. Bane could find.

- But it is not a certainty.

- No, Daijin, no certainty. We should send a spy on site and ensure that it is there. I feel that handling the shadow magic, maybe we can combine our talents. I have a very good at undercover.

- My shadow ravens are my eyes and ears, they are perfect for observing the enemy. Just tell me where I should send them.

- Northeast of Tantad in the mountains, there is a large building.

- A mansion? Zahal cut.

- Yes, we can call it that.

- In this case I know where he is, threw Daijin. I send my crows immediately.


Crows flew to Zejabel mansion because it was good it was talking Artrezil. Volatile arranged around around the manor gave Daijin the ability to see everything that was going on, at least outside. The gardens were lush and Nehantist and human slaves roamed the aisles, among them Zejabel, then alive, who was talking with a man in armor. Demons meanwhile watched all carefully and discipline.

- I Zejabel in visual Daijin said.

- Can I interfere in your crows? This will allow me to see where my agent can infiltrate.

- Yes please.

Artrezil Daijin touched and through the magic of shadows he could see through the eyes of crows.

- They are very numerous, much more than I thought ... I recognize Zejabel ... and the warrior in front of him is the Scourge of souls.

- Yes, but which one? Zahal questioned.

- I do not know how to differentiate the current one coming your time.

- There's something going on! Daijin said, a man has just arrived, it looks to be panic.

Crows all looked in the same direction. There was indeed a man of great size and identity of it is left no doubt. It was the same weapon that the Scourge, the same stature, only her outfit was slightly different. The Scourge forward showing their credentials, but he soon made it clear that he was. The Scourge of the present estuary good heart learning stuff. Zejabel then motioned to the others to continue their work and invited the two Scourge souls to enter the mansion.

- Ravens are too far away, we will not hear the discussion, cursed Daijin.

- This is where I come in, said Artrezil pulling a roll of parchment. I spotted a large gray area glued to the Manoir is a good opening.

Archmage made some gestures and shadow magic was at work. A large black mass and viscous left the parchment. This thing began to grow and to take the form of a humanoid who shared some similarities with the Archmage.

- This is ... began to say Zahal before changing his mind when he saw the grimace Daijin.

The creature was not alive, it looked more like a shadow in human form. But when Artrezil focused to take possession of the creature, it began to move ... and talk.

- This is the same technique as yours, Daijin, except that I transferred into the body of shadow.

- Logic says Daijin delighted to learn more about the magic of the shadow.

- I ask you to take care of my body while I spy our enemies.

- Do not worry about it, said Quercus stationing themselves next to the body of the Archmage.

Then with agility and speed Artrezil plunged into a gray area and disappeared.

- It is Zil? Asked Zahal very intrigued.

- I'm not an expert on the history of Zil, but I think we have here the origin of Zil, yes.


Artrezil reappeared in the shadow zone adjoining the mansion, no one could see. The satisfaction of having succeeded the first time the transfer, then filled journey to the highest point. However, he felt that this body had some limitations, such as not being able to use the magic of the shadow of a much limited and have no other magical powers.

He slipped into the shadows and began his visit. If the outside was crowded, only a few people, all human appearance, held inside. He finally came to the room where Zejabel talked with two columns.

- This story is just unbelievable ... What happened to the demon of time?

- I do not know, I think it is elsewhere, in another time than ours.

- In the limit we do not care, says the Scourge of the present. Between us we will end this war and will put peoples Lands Guem knees.

- Wait before you start your plan, the teacher must be notified.

- It already is.

At that time between Zejabel and columns, took shape at ground level a symbol that Nehantic. Seconds later appeared a skinny tall person buried deep in loose clothing. Immediately Zejabel and columns put a knee. The atmosphere had changed, she was responsible for harmful magic. Artrezil Nehantic understood that it was in person, and he did not had to rest there. He took advantage of the shade to go back where he came from.


Artrezil found himself again with Quercus, and Zahal Daijin. Unable to maintain transfer longer he freed his shadow creature to return to his body. Pain took without warning in the torso, blood trickling from his mouth. Quercus narrowly prevented from falling.

- We ... we will fail, Nehantic is the mansion, I think he must have sensed my magic Archmage said with despair.

- Impossible ... Our success is guaranteed! Daijin raged.

- We can miss something to be said Zahal. If it is us that the Magic time have chosen for this mission is that there is a reason.


Continued Rise in Champions Part 3.....................................................

Story time so I decide to go to bed with last paragraph to edit from translation thinking I wouldn't need to worry and someone goes and post an unedited google translate version... impatient much? I already said I was on it.

“We are here to help you carry out the mission entrusted to us,” said telepathically.
“Entrusted by whom?” Asked Daijin. ()
“By . Do not ask me how, but this human knows a lot about many subjects. He came up to me to tell me that this time frame was fixed and an important event took place during it. He told me we must stop the Scourge of souls before the latter gets his way. I agreed to be sent to this time frame and I met with whom I have discussed the situation.”
“I must admit that your story intrigues me to no end. Do you know when we are?” Artrezil asked to Zahal and Daijin. ()
“Assuming that you are healthy, Archmage Artrezil, in which case I would assume we are a few years before the war against Nehant or in the middle of it. And looking at the sky, I would think we are in the war,” Zahal responded.
“You're right Dragon Knight. Now that we introduced ourselves, perhaps you will reveal who you are? I want to help you, but I want to know who I'm dealing with,” asked Artrezil examining Daijin.
“We all miss our homework, excuse my Kotoba friend, he is a little grumpy,” said Zahal.
“Kotoba? What?” Asked Artrezil.
“Nothing, it is information that we must not reveal to you, because it belongs to the future,” said Daijin as he glared at the commander. “I'm the Crow and this here is Zahal.”
Zahal realized he had said too much and stood back to let his adventuring companion take the lead.
“Introductions are made, it might be time to deal with this scourge of souls,” Quercus said impatiently. ()
“You're right, unless we meet a time mage; we're stuck here until the problem is resolved.”
“But where to start? The Scourge can be anywhere,” said Daijin examining the Artrezil’s appearance.
“Artrezil is of this time, he must have some information... right?” Zahal stated.
“I'm involved in the war against Nehant; I know exactly who this Scourge of souls is and where we can find him. But that does not persuade me to venture where he is, because his odious master is never far from him,” replied Artrezil.
“Tell me, where do we stand in the war, what year are we exactly?” Zahal wanted to know to get an idea in his head.
“We are in year 34 of the imperial calendar for the rest Quercus should not know what is happening so that it does not act accordingly upon its return to the past.”
“It's too late for that; I already hold a lot of information that would allow me to change my future. But do not worry, Tempus did not choose me at random, I was born the first fruit of the World Tree, I am a Dais my nature prevents me to bring about change in the destiny of this world. Everything I learn will remain locked in my mind.”
“It's dangerous... What kind of information do you have, Quercus?” Artrezil worried.
“We have been talking all this time about the war against Nehant, Quercus therefore knows that this war will come one day,” said Daijin responding to the mage.
“Yes, and I know your names, and inevitably I know more about you throughout our work together, but also my future. So do not make any secrecy about this war.”
“You're right Quercus, our mission is as important as the war, the two are closely related because they are associated with an item that is from the future and currently here now,” Daijin said. “Let’s go, Artrezil, where do we start?”
“Very well, the information I have is of one of the meeting places of our enemies. Scourge might be found there.”
“But it is not a certainty.”
“No, Daijin, no certainty. We should send a spy on site and ensure that he is there. I sense that you handle the shadow magic; maybe we can combine our talents. I have an agent that is very good at infiltration.”
“My shadow crows are my eyes and ears; they are perfect for observing the enemy. Just tell me where I should send them.”
“Northeast of Tantad in the mountains, there is a large building.”
“A mansion?” Zahal cut in.
“Yes, we can call it that.”
“In that case I know where he is,” Daijin launched. “I shall send my crows immediately.”

Crows flew to Zejabel’s mansion, because it was this mansion Artrezil was referring to. The birds arranged themselves all over the mansion and gave Daijin the ability to see everything that was going on, at least on the outside. The gardens were lush and the Nehantist and human slaves roamed the aisles, among them Zejabel, who at this time was still alive and well, he was discussing with a man in armour. Demons meanwhile watched the whole with great care and discipline.
“I have in visual,” Daijin said.
“Can I intrude on your crows? This will allow me to see where my agent can infiltrate.”
“Yes, please.”
Artrezil touched Daijin and through the magic of shadows he could see through the eyes of crows.
“They are very numerous, much more than I thought ... I recognize Zejabel ... and the warrior in front of him is the Scourge of souls.”
“Yes, but which one?” Zahal questioned.
“I do not know how to differentiate the current one to the one coming from your time.”
“There's something going on!” Daijin said, “A man has just arrived, it looks like everyone is panicking.”
The crows all looked in the same direction. There was indeed a man of great size and which left no doubt to his identity. He carried the same weapon that the Scourge had and was the same stature only his outfit was slightly different. The Scourge stepped forward showing his credentials, but he soon made it clear who he was. Scourge of the present showed laughed heartily and spoke of stuff. Zejabel then motioned to the others to continue their work and invited the two Scourge of souls to enter the mansion.
“The crows are too far away, we will not hear the discussion,” cursed Daijin.
“This is where I come in,” said Artrezil, pulling a roll of parchment. “I spotted a large gray area attached to the Mansion, it is a good spot.”
The Archmage made some gestures and shadow magic was at work. A large, viscous, black mass left the parchment. This thing began to grow and to take the form of a humanoid who shared some similarities with the Archmage.
“This is...” began to say Zahal before changing his mind when he saw Daijin grimace.
The creature was not alive; it looked more like a shadow in human form. But when Artrezil focused to take possession of the creature, it began to move... and talk.
“This is the same technique as yours, Daijin, except that I transferred into the body of shadow.”
“Logic,” said Daijin delighted to learn more about the magic of the shadow.
“I ask you to take care of my body while I spy our enemies.”
“Do not worry about it,” said Quercus stationing themselves next to the body of the Archmage.
Then with agility and speed Artrezil plunged into a gray area and disappeared.
“Is it Zil?” Asked Zahal very intrigued. ()
“I'm not an expert on the history of Zil, but I think we have here the origin of Zil, yes.”

Artrezil reappeared in the shadow zone adjoining the mansion, no one could see him. The satisfaction of having succeeding the transfer the first time then the journey filled him up. However, he felt that this body had some limitations, such as a much limited use of shadow magic and having no other magical powers.
He slipped into the shadows and began his visit. If the outside was crowded, only a few people, all human appearance, were inside. He finally came to the room where Zejabel talked with the two Scourges.
“This story is just unbelievable... What happened to the ?”
“I do not know, I think it is elsewhere, in another time than ours.”
“At the present we do not care,” says the Scourge of the present. “Between us, we will end this war and will bring the peoples of the Lands of Guem to their knees.
“Wait before you start your plan, the master must be notified.”
“He already is.”
At that moment, between Zejabel and the Scourges, a Nehantic symbol took shape at ground level. Seconds later appeared a skinny tall person buried deep in loose clothing. Immediately Zejabel and the Scourges knelt. The atmosphere had changed; he was responsible for harmful magic. Artrezil understood that it was Nehant in person, and he did not wish to remain there. He took advantage of the shadows to go back to where he came from.

Artrezil found himself again with Quercus, Zahal, and Daijin. Unable to maintain the transfer any longer he freed his shadow creature to return to his body. Pain took him without warning in the torso, blood trickling down from his mouth. Quercus narrowly prevented him from falling.
“We... we will fail, Nehant is at the mansion, I think he must have sensed my magic,” Archmage said with despair.
“Impossible... Our success is guaranteed!” Daijin raged.
“We can miss something to be said Zahal. If the Time Magi chose us for this mission then there must have been a reason.”

What will happen to Archmage Artrezil gets stuck in his shadow puppet when his body dies?
Is Quericus sure he doesn't want to change his own fate so he survives as a capable warrior in the present?
And if the two Scourges touch will they cause a time paradox that causes a dimensional tear?
Find out or not in Rise of the Champions, Part 3

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Thank you

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wait, the story post was doubled? why did I read all of that with out realizing..

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Someone googlated it into Engrish before Strom posted the legible version.

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But still, both post are still appreciated. I wonder how badass Nehant looked like when he was alive.

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