Ville Icatiane (Icatian Town) - Magic the Gathering

Ville Icatiane
(Icatian Town)

Ville Icatiane
(Icatian Town)

Éclaireur icatian
Île sanctuaire
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Nom :

Ville Icatiane

Coût :

CCM : 6

Type / sous-type :
Rituel
Rareté :

Rare

Texte :
Créez quatre jetons de créature 1/1 blanche Citoyen.

Avec le refroidissement du climat, les villes d'Icatia jusqu'alors paisibles durent faire face aux attaques toujours plus nombreuses des orques et des gobelins. Lorsque l'empire s'effondra, elles n'étaient plus guère que des camps retranchés.

Oracle | Imprimé

Illustrateur :  Tom Wänerstrand

Numéro de collection : 5ED 38/449

Date de sortie : 24/03/1997

Liens externes :  

Edition

5ème Edition

Autorisations en tournois :

VTG
 
LGC
 
MDN
 
PIO
 
STD
 

CMD
 
DCM
 
PAU

Icatian Town

Sorcery

Create four 1/1 white Citizen creature tokens.

Icatia's once-peaceful towns faced increasing attacks from orcs and goblins as the climate cooled. By the time the empire fell, they were little more than armed camps.

Fallen Empires - 01/11/1994


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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 music's playing
Home, where my love lies waiting in the weeds silently for me
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Of cigarettes and magazines
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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
But all my words of wisdom come back to me in the whispering shade of mediocrity
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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