#lightning greaves

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Lightning Greaves

After lightning struck the cliffs, the ore became iron, the iron became steel, and the steel became greaves. The lightning never left.

Artist: Michael Komarck TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

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Lightning Greaves

The boots demonstrated many strange magical properties, but the most remarkable was their ability to withstand Westley's ferocious chewing.

Artist: Rudy Siswanto

[dailymtgflavortext]

When you spend most of your time running for your life, it pays to invest in quality footwear.

-Lightning Greaves

[almostlookedhuman]

[stereax]

Ty Emberson (SJS)

JJ Moser (TBL)

Connor Dewar (TOR)

Hearings will be from July 20 to Aug 4.

[markrosewater]

Why is the 0 equip cost on Lightning Greaves seen as a mistake? (Not arguing, just want to hear the expert explanation.)

The card is just more powerful than it should be.

0 costs have historically caused play design problems.

It causes problems when we want to have things trigger off being targeted by effects. A 0-cost equipment can target the same creature as many times as you want at no cost. (This is an issue with 0-ost equip, in general, not specifically Lightning Greaves because it grants shroud.)

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Tal:

has a David Bowie lightning face tattoo

ambushed the captain and made him wear a silver miniskirt that one time

played Doom on the side of a bunch of apartment buildings, hacking their internet-controlled lights so make pixels through the windows

Aspen:

casual nudity and polyamory

society practices funerary cannibalism

once broke into space colony project headquarters and threatened their CEO with a knife

Please settle this question for the discord.

Story is here for those who want a refresher.

[foreststarflaime]

Hi I should be working on my Iliad paper but instead I got distracted thinking about what I’d name all my gear if I were on a minecraft SMP and also good at pvp

Sword: κλέος (kleos) glory/fame, related to the word for to hear. Because the name of the sword would pop up in chat when you kill people, spreading your fame, like those little killing spree sections of aristeai in the Iliad

Shield: νόστος (nostos) homecoming. Because a shield is meant to protect you and ensure you have a homecoming

Axe: βίη (bie) might/force. Because you can disable a shield with it. One of the key qualities of any Greek hero

Bow: μῆτις (metis) skill/cleverness, harder to translate. What Odysseus is famously good at. Also a reference to the contest by the suitors to try to string his bow, and thus the first weapon he uses to begin their slaughter

Mace (with windburst): πτερόεις ἔπος (pteroeis epos) winged word. Homer often uses the phrase “winged words” when describing characters talking to each other. The mace sends you flying. Also I think it’s funny to have it say in the chat you were killed by words

Mace (with breach): ἀντίθεος (antitheos) godlike. Because with breach swapping you really are

Helmet: γλαυκῶπις (glaukopis) I believe the exact meaning is uncertain between owl or bright but something special relating to the eyes, an epithet of Athena. Because hehe nice reference to Athena springing from Zeus’ head. And also war goddess

Chestplate: φρήν (phren) midriff, but also wits. In Homer people tend to be persuaded in their wits

Leggings: ἐυκνήμις (e-uknemis) well-greaved, an epithet of the Achaeans.

Boots: πόδας ὠκὺς (podas okus) swift-footed, an epithet of Achilles

Goat horn: βοὴν ἀγαθὸς (bo-en agathos) good at the war cry, an epithet of Diomedes. Because I think goat horns are really cool ok

Elytra: ἄγγελος (angelos) messenger. Yes this is the etymology for angel

Pickaxe: χθών (chthon) ground. Chthonian deities are gods of the earth/underworld fun fact

Spyglass: εὐρύοπα (euruopa) wide/far-seeing, an epithet of Zeus.

Trident (with channelling): κεραυνός (keraunos) lightning.

Trident (with riptide): γαιήοχος (gaieochos) earth-shaker, an epithet of Poseidon.

If I had a restock shulker that contained strength pots I’d name it μήνις (menis) wrath, and if I had one with healing stuff I’d call it νηπενθές (nepenthe), the healing potion Helen has in the Odyssey

And then extra completely as a very nerdy joke:

Hoe: γέ (ge) a greek intensifying particle; and shovel: δή (de) another intensifying particle. Both are inside jokes among my classicist colleagues because in Homer you can just see a whole string of them for metrical convenience that you can either translate as yes indeed certainly forsooth or just leave out lmaooo I promise I’m funny among classicists. Because who takes the time to make a netherite hoe

[sirdolraan]

Dad-mode

(( DWC May 2025, Bonus Day 8, Snap/Armor, @daily-writing-challenge CW: violence, combat, injury, and death ))

Lorellai hit the ground hard, the wind knocked out of her, as the heavy-set cultist beared down on her, murder in his eyes. His hammer was held high as Lorellai tried to roll away, anticipating and wincing ahead of the incoming blow. She was partially successful, the hammer's head striking her leg instead of her torso.

She grunted as she heard the snap and felt the pain of her lower leg breaking under the blow, her greaves unable to stop the violent force. "Time to die, heathen!" the man shouted, raising the hammer again, before a shock of lightning struck him, followed by several hundred pounds of armored troll.

"Get your hands off the girl!" Ghorren roared as he wrestled with the man, wrenching at the hammer and pushing him back, as Simah scrambled up to Lorellai's side.

"That looks nasty, this'll help!" the vulpera woman said as she smiled and passed a potion to her, before turning to the wrestling men and letting sparks arc across her own pauldrons again. Ghorren was slowly but surely overpowering the arathi, equal in fighting experience but disadvantaged in height and weight compared to the Zandalari. Simah scrambled up Ghorren's back, coming to stand on his shoulders, and looked the cultist in the eye, grinning as she unleashed a lightning bolt right into his face. The man's scream turned to a gurgle as Ghorren brought his knee up into the cultist's groin, wrenching away the hammer, and then bringing it down on him, ending the struggle.

"Is she safe to move?" Ghorren asked, scanning the battlefield. The Sureki loyalists were being pushed back, which had made the cultist's sudden turn on them all the more effective, taking advantage of the trio's moment of breath catching. The other two lay dead, one with gunshot and lightning burns, the other crushed in Stroganoff's mouth.

"Leg's a clean break, but she's not goin' anywhere fast on her own, better to carry her, boss!" Simah declared, quickly attaching a splint to Lorellai's leg to hold it in place for their return to camp.

"Thanks you two, sorry I didn't catch them turnin' sooner." Lorellai grunted as Ghorren lifted her, gently like he had his children, holding her injured leg steady against him.

"They caught us all unawares. What matters is we're all still breathing. Good job shooting the cleric before she could cast, by the by."

"Yeah, well, you know, all that training on target acquisition has to count for something. I feel sleepy."

Simah appeared in her vision, once again riding on Ghorren's shoulder. "That's fine, there's a little bit of sedative in that potion, helps with the pain, by the time you're out of it we'll have that leg mended up like new!"

"Okay, thanks again," she yawned, resting her head against ghorren's chest as the trio returned to safety.

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Lightning Greaves

After lightning struck the cliffs, the ore became iron, the iron became steel, and the steel became greaves. The lightning never left.

Artist: Jeremy Jarvis TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

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Lightning Greaves

No matter how big the fall is, you're safe as long as you land with both feet.

Artist: Uriah Voth

[goqmir]

been running a rakdos storm deck at my high-power casual edh table lately and i had the idea to slot in Debt to the Kami in my interaction suite for several reasons

i've resolved this card twice, and both times it's performed much better than the card would have you believe! one time i got rid of an opponent's problem enchantment (i believe it was amassing counters to perform a powerful effect, and i exiled it!) and most recently i resolved it to force my girlfriend to exile her commander through Lightning Greaves, the only card on the board in her rakdos midrange deck, allowing me to get in with a 5/5 nonevasive creature with The Reaver Cleaver, setting up an infinite with Aggravated Assault! it was awesome!

the idea for Debt to the Kami came from my girlfriend, serenity, putting Season of the Burrow alongside the card Serenity in her Tayam deck. these cards create an indestructible Serenity that blows up all artifacts and enchantments every turn cycle, which isnt the worst thing for me but definitely sets back my Flamewar-led rakdos storm deck.

Debt to the Kami is one of the very, very few cards in rakdos that can deal with this Serenity lock, so i decided to throw it in the removal slot. furthermore, my edh table is packed full of graveyard decks, so exile removal is at a premium and very worthwhile. plus, enchantments are very worth hating out, and the creature effect is never worthless!

for me, this card has been not only an overperformer, but has become a bit of a pet card due to its inclusion in what is becoming my all-time favorite deck. it helps that i didn't even need to order it, i just grabbed it out of my neon dynasty bulk and sleeved it up. i like this card a lot, and i highly recommend giving it a shot, especially if you're ever in a similar metagame as me! im frankly pretty proud of my ability to spot and include a solid metagame answer amidst the chaff :)

[scribeofmorpheus]

EXCERPT:

"The cuirass, belt and boots were the colour of ivory, thick enough in padding to slow a blade. Twisting and curling like vines made of thorns or a web entangled around arcs of lightning were weaves made of kahld steel, which stretched over the torso and shoulders like the embrace of long fingers. The trousers, elbow guards and greaves were a shining shade of grey, slightly slicked in the vein of mined graphite. Pulling all the focus of the eye was the beacon of a golden chest plate fastened over the base armour. Inornate, sturdy and timeless. An emblem of something too far gone from Calista’s memory to rightly recall was encrusted with stones over the heart's resting place. They held importance, she knew this, because each precious stone represented a different part of Thesmora, including sea glass, which the ivari bird used to decorate its nests. At the base of the emblem’s smile hung three pearls, each a representation of the main covenants of the mountain tribes: honour, family and duty to the people."

TRQ CHAPTER 26: THE WHITE CLOVER

[almostlookedhuman]

[sculptorofcrimson]

Genderbent Thunder Warriors when?

A/N: Some funny crack. Genderbent Ushotan.

Relationships: You'll see :3

The Cast: Valdor(mentioned), Ushotan(genderbent), Kandawire

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She saw the warriors emerge through the night-blown snow, standing motionless against the dark. For a moment, she thought they were Custodians, though their stature was not quite the same, and their armour not of the same quality. Up closer, and you could see the great differences – the plate was cruder, heavier, more bronze than gold. Much of it was heavily damaged, and individual plates had been replaced with cruder hammered steel. They still wore their crimson plumes, though, and still donned their thick crimson cloaks, all of it sodden in the freezing deluge. They carried their old weapons, the ones that had once been used in the Unity propaganda vids. She remembered seeing the first cuts of those, years ago, and laughing at the absurdity of them. No one was laughing now. They looked as savage as she had ever seen them, bereft of their old chains of command and now fighting out of bitter, wounded pride. Every movement they made brought a snarl of badly maintained servos, and you could smell the stink of atrophying flesh even through the storm’s lash. They did not have long, whatever the outcome here

They said nothing to her. Some, she recognised, were already deep into their pre-combat mania, and were working hard to maintain control of their faculties. Others were merely morose, or fixated on what was to come. Danger hung over them like a fog, creeping out into the frigid night. They had always been designed to cause terror, and that capacity at least had not yet eroded. 

As she walked among them, she could sense a strange sense of…amusement, almost pooling off from their veins. As if they knew something she did not. One leered at her as she passed. She held his gaze, just long enough, before turning away. 

She saw their master last, just as was appropriate. Armor colored a bronze so dark it might have been iron, lined with blood-red lacquer and covered in battle-honours, the finest ornaments encrusted with dust and ash. The Thunder Warrior’s helm was encrusted with heavy decoration, the vox-grille formed into a permanent grimace. A titanic broadsword swung in one gauntlet, a projectile gun in the other. A tabard, scaled like a fish’s flanks, hung from a curved and intricately decorated breast-plate, and the Primarch’s blunt greaves scored with the lightning strikes of the Legio.

Valdor was taller, it was true, but there was something absolutely brutal about the Primarch before her – a kind of amplified viciousness that made her eyes sting.

The High Lord came closer, staring up at the giant. Her lips parted, jaw dropping slowly in a silent gesture of surprise.

‘Lord Primarch Ushotan,’ she said, respectfully, her voice stunned with surprise and shock. ‘It is good to finally meet you.’ she finally managed. 

Amusement glinted behind that helmet. The Primarch of the IVth legion tossed back her ridged helm and laughed. Her laugh was sharp and guttural. 

‘You, too,’ she said, chuckling. The Primarch of the IVth legion steps closer, and Kandawire could see the Primarch’s breath pluming out past her rebreathers. 

Her voice was horrific. What had once been raucous laughter had been turned into a corroded scrape, dragging up from strained vocal cords and strangled by a damaged vox-unit. She laughed again, her chuckles growling and guttural like a wolf unrestrained, but still just about in control. Almost sane. ‘Didn’t know if you had the spine to see this through. Pleased to have my faith confirmed.’

The Primarch of the Iron Lords. The victor of Maulland Sen. Warrior, Primarch, captain, commander, mistress. Ushotan noted her surprised gaze, returning with a chuckle of her own.

‘You look surprised. I don’t blame you.’

‘I meant no offense, Lord…Lady Primarch.’ Kandawire said, looking up at the giantess with what felt like a daze. 

‘There was none taken. Captain-General did not speak much of me, did he?’

Kandawire thought for a moment, then replied. ‘No. He certainly did not.’

‘Serves that bastard right.’ Ushotan huffed, her well-decorated chestplate rising and falling as she growled at the air, hands clenching and unclenching around the pommel of her sword. ‘I’ll kill him either way. Slowly.’

‘I never wanted things to come to this.’ Kandawire did not know how long she had before the Primarch’s attention faded from her. 

‘None of us did.’ Ushotan looks away. Her ridged helm hid her grimace. She instead shakes her head. 

‘I wish to remind you – no more bloodshed than is needed. No anarchy. We are restoring, not destroying.’

Ushotan came closer. Her helm was frosted with ice, her hair a knotted mess that had been hastily cropped so only its ends hung limply from her helmet. Plumes of ragged breaths were vented from the outlets on her rebreather. She remembered how Valdor had described her, up in Maulland Sen at the extremity of the world.

Like the ghost of all murders.

Ushotan was close enough to glare down at her now. The giantess’ eyes were mirthless, her hidden smile a crooked path amid a visage twisted by madness. In a surprisingly graceful motion, she abruptly drops to a kneel before Kandawire, lowering herself until they were nearly eye to eye. Her breath fogged over Kandawire’s face. She smelled blood, the scent of ancient metal and the sterile fumes of combat stims, mixed with what vaguely resembles a scent of old oil. 

‘You want to know.’ Ushotan mused, looking her dead in the eye. ‘It does not matter, but you still want to know.’

‘Yes.’

‘You haven’t earned it.’ Ushotan doesn’t laugh again, but she makes a chuffing noise, forcing a sound out of her ruined throat. ‘But I’ll tell you anyways.’

Still kneeling in the snow, Ushotan laughs again, and begins. 

‘Constantin. You should’ve seen him then, so glorious in his invincibility. He was the first the Emperor created, and this, you already know. But he was also terrible to behold. The Emperor’s Spear, His finest weapon, and there was none after him, and certainly none before him. The process He used for the first Custodes was never replicated again.’ Ushotan shrugs. ‘He alone, he was unique. The first of the Custodes, greater than the rest of them all. But enough about Constantin. I’m sure you’ve already seen his brothers and sisters, much to your surprise. But you’ve never seen me. The propaganda vids made you think the Cataegis process would only work on males, eh?’ 

‘I suppose so, Lady Primarch.’ Even now, Kandawire was still unsure how to address her. ‘I had not expected…’

‘They lied.’ Ushotan replied bluntly. Almost unconsciously, Ushotan touches her throat, her gorget ringing as the Thunder Warrior digs her fingers into the ruined steel. ‘They lied. It worked on women, certainly, but not…well. The results were horrendous. It was like forcing a creation into what will never be. Even the Custodes struggled sometimes with their candidates, much less speaking of the Thunder Warriors. But the King was desperate. The Imperium took whatever recruits it had, in its earliest years. I was one of the poor bastards chosen, and by some freak of fate, I was one of those that lived. But they weren’t stable, no, even for a Thunder Warrior. They were fanatics. Screaming about the Emperor as their God.’ She chuckled again, mirtlessly.

‘Their god?’ Kandawire had believed it preposterous. The Emperor was a man. A great man, but a man nonetheless.

Ushotan smiled underneath that mask. She does not laugh, however. 

‘Their god.’

‘That’s preposterous.’

‘It is not.’ Ushotan shrugged her massive shoulders. ‘Didn’t affect their combat any. or all their augments, for all their madness, they were still sisters in battle, more or less. Doesn’t matter, does it? Worship never razed a city. Constantin himself never cared much, and it no longer matters. His treachery is all that matters. Whatever we had then, it didn’t matter anymore after Ararat.’

It could, thought Kandawire. Worship absolutely could, in fact, raze a city. But it didn’t matter, of course, the Primarch was already dusting herself off, and preparing to leave. 

‘And why are you telling me this? About…Constantin.’ Valdor’s first name tasted foreign on her tongue. 

‘Why?’ Ushotan almost looks surprised, turning around before she left. 

Kandawire swallowed, and gave the giantess a hesitant nod. ‘About Constantin. You and him.’

‘You really don’t know do you?’ Ushotan had stopped turning away. She was looking at her very intensely now, with a scrutinizing quality not unlike interrogation. Or rage. 

Then a smile, as slow as the rumbling of glaciers, breaks across that jagged expanse of a face, and she keels over, as if struck, her broad frame echoing with spasms. Kandawire, surprised, almost unconsciously takes a step back, before realizing the Thunder Warrior Primarch was laughing. 

She was laughing.

Ushotan howls her ragged laugh, and the chorus was taken up by her men in a horrible, amused symphony. They laughed, like corpses waiting to be put back to their grave, their combined voices not so unlike the rumble of ancient beasts spurred for war, they laughed in some kind of collective, amusing joke that Kandawire was not privy to.

‘He didn’t tell you, did she?’

‘No, Lord Primarch…I’m afraid not.’

‘He didn’t tell you we were lovers, eh?’

[zwoelffarben]

Hey Rules Committee,

If you're listening, I wish for further bloodshed and have made for you two lists.

Ordered by EDHREC ranking (not necessarily preference) circa posting,

Cyclonic Rift Reason: It's fuckin bullshit.

Rhystic Study Reason: See above.

Smothering Tithe Reason: See above.

Teferi's Protection Reason: All-in-one-anwser to any problem, it's too good at protecting a player in an advantageous position from the table's ire for not just one answer, but an entire turn rotation's worth of answers.

Sylvan Library Reason: Meh, it's much higher on EDHREC than my personal dispises, but it's still on that list.

Bolas's Citadel Reason: Bushshit finisher.

The Great Henge Reason: I just don't like it.

Aetherflux Reservoir Reason: See Bolas's Citadel

Drannith Magistrate Reason: The format is called commander; you should be allowed to cast your commander. The fact this card stops everyone from doing that makes it antithetical to the spirit of the format.

Sheoldred, the Apocalypse Reason: Too good. I don't want to put sheoldred apoc in my nekusar deck. Please ban it so I don't feel like I have to.

Dramatic Reversal Reason: Of the isochron sceptor + dramatic reversal infinite combo, isochron sceptor is the actually problem piece and this is an innocent victim, but I like Isochron sceptor as a concept.

Narset, Parter of Veils; +Notion Theif. Reason: She's just not fun to play against. Narset into wheel is just toxic.

Torment of Hailfire Reason: This is too strong a finisher, cause even if it fails to kill it puts all your opponents in such a bad position to stablize and recover. It really homogenizes the Black deck play-space. I don't think I've played against a black deck that wasn't running hailfire since it was printed.

Aura Shards Reason: This shouldn'ta said may. If it didn't say may it would be a fair and balanced, if powerful card. But it says may, and that pushes it over the edge.

Ugin, the Spirit Dragon. Reason: I don't like him.

Jin-Gitaxias, Progress Tyrant Reason: I understand that Erayo, Soratami Ascendant // Erayo's Essence is banned because it's too oppressive. Jin-Gitaxias Progress Tyrant is significantly worse, and yet, still just as oppressive. Have you ever played against somone who turn 1: discarded Jin-Gitaxias Progress Tyrant, turn 2 reanimate targeting jin-gitaxias progress tyrant. Y'all, my hand was land and mana rocks. I scoped and said, "go next."

Moraug, Fury of Akoum Reason: Too good, next question.

Cards which should be banned for cost consideration.

The entire reserve list. Clarification: Yes, the whole thing. Even the bad cards. Especially the bad cards. Reason: If Wotc will apparently never "print the card again," it should no longer be considered a valid game piece. The collectors can cry about it if they want, but I'm out for blood.

Any card for which the cheapest available version cost more than $100 (standard legal cards exempt) A causal format doesn't need $100 cards in it. If WOTC wants it to be legal in the flagship casual format, they better reprint the fuckin' card into a casual's definition of affordability.

Honorable mentions:

The entire Ancient Dragon cycle from CLB Reason: Theyr not really a problem in the format, I just don't like them because of how swingy they are.

Every Spell that says, "Take an extra turn after this one." Clarification: Yes, even the bad ones in mono-red. I don't care. Reason: My friend's Riku deck traumatized me, okay.

Sol Ring, Command Tower, Arcane Signet. Reason: Theyr such a staples in the format as to be iconic, and they ain't problems persay, but banning cards which are in 90-95% of decks would make the format more diverse.

Swiftfoot boots or lightning greaves Reason: Same as above, but either one of them rather than both.. I don't care which one stays or goes, but having escentially two copies of this effect is a bit much imo.