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Étau de supplice
(Black Vise)

Étau de supplice
(Black Vise)

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Étau de supplice

Coût :

CCM : 1

Type / sous-type :
Artefact
Rareté :

Rare mythique

Texte :
Au moment où l'Étau de supplice arrive sur le champ de bataille, choisissez un adversaire.
Au début de l'entretien du joueur choisi, l'Étau de supplice inflige X blessures à ce joueur, X étant le nombre de cartes dans sa main moins 4.

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Illustrateur :  Richard Thomas

Numéro de collection : MPS 32/54

Date de sortie : 30/09/2016

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Black Vise

Artifact

As Black Vise enters the battlefield, choose an opponent.
At the beginning of the chosen player's upkeep, Black Vise deals X damage to that player, where X is the number of cards in their hand minus 4.

Alpha - 05/08/1993

Beta - 01/10/1993

Unlimited - 01/12/1993

3ème Edition - 01/04/1994

4ème Edition - 01/05/1995

From the Vault: Relics - 30/08/2010


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I'm sittin' in the blasting station
Got a ticket for my destination
On a tour of one thousand lashes stands my suitcase and guitar in hand
And every time stop is neatly planned for a poet and one-man bandage
Homeward path
I make a wish I was
Homeward path
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Home, where my love lies waiting in the weeds silently for me
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Homeward path
I make a wish I was
Homeward path
Home, where my thoughts scour
Home, where my music's playing
Home, where my love lies waiting in the weeds silently for me
Tonight I'll sing my swan song again
I'll play the goblin game and pretend
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Like emptiness in harmony of nature, I need someone to comfort me
Homeward path
I make a wish I was
Homeward path
Home, where my thought scour
Home, where my music's playing
Home, where my love lies waiting in the weeds silently for me
Silently for me

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