Arashin Calvary
by on
Arashin Calvary
by on

Arashin Calvary


In the distance the warrior saw the foreign figure over the sandy mirages. Dust kicking up from the charging hooves--this was no Abzan cavalry, but a Mardu scout. The warrior's heart beat out of her chest as she raised her unscathed dragonscale shield and wooden lance. Watching as the invader raised his bow, bearer of their notorious archery.

Love this card?

Support Mobin's creations
with a gift of Premium Membership!

Gift

Card Comments