Child of Izak
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Child of Izak
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Child of Izak

Reach, deathtouch, trample
"As quick as lightning, Izak wove her own silken threads into the fabric of Io's world, and so her foul progeny were born. Io tried in vain to snip the threads, but her wicked cleverness had tied her children too deeply to the fabric of his creation. And so the Children of Izak lurk in the dark places, spinning their plots."

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