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Catachans

by Igor Kieryluk

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Elesh Norn, Grand Cenobite

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Artist: Igor Kieryluk TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

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Artwork by Igor Kieryluk.

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Dominaria United Spirits by Igor Kieryluk

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The superb dark fantasy-themed creations of Igor Kieryluk - https://www.this-is-cool.co.uk/the-superb-dark-fantasy-creations-of-igor-kieryluk/

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TOXIC ABOMINATION 

by Igor Kieryluk

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Eerie Soultender by Igor Kieryluk

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emissary of the sleepless by igor kieryluk

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Monument to Perfection (Phyrexia: All Will Be One) - Igor Kieryluk

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elesh norn, grand cenobite

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Raven Guard

by Igor Kieryluk

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Suture Priest

Artist: Igor Kieryluk TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

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Art by IGOR KIERYLUK

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Esper Planebound OC: Galyx

Character Story

Art by Marc Simonetti

“Perfection. Harmony. Peace.”

“We shall achieve them at all costs. Mother will be proud of the work that has been done in her name this day. Mother has requested our constant work. Mother will be pleased… surely.”

Flick. Flick. Flick.

“We can hear them. We can hear their pathetic little lives. Blasphemy. Terrible blasphemy. Their terrible flesh in need of purifying. Mother demands it. All is done in the name of her sacred work. Mother will smile upon us.”

Flick. Flick. Flick.

“There is much to be done with this one. The others are moaning in their corners. A choir begging for their hymn to stop. We shall give them a new one. Something far more beautiful. We shall keep working. Mother demands it.”

Flick. Flick. Flick.

“We are nearly done with this one. Yes. Yes. Yes. Nearly done. The blessed oil will perfect their flaws. A new hymn. A new choir. A new life. Full of peace. Harmony. Perfection.”

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Flick. Flick. Flick.

“This one is all done. Another soldier ready to march. Mother will be pleased. Mother will smile upon us. We hope. We pray. We need it. Mother please gaze upon us. We have not seen you in so long. We are cold. We are quiet. We are dutiful.”

“Mother. We are lonely. Mother. We are afraid. Mother. We are not whole. The work is blessed and filling, but we need Mother. Where has Mother gone? We need her.”

Art by James Paick

“We shall leave at once. We shall go find Mother. The question burns inside us. What is Mother up to? We cannot wait. Mother is perfection, and perfection needs Mother. Our craft requires it.”

“The Fair Basilica is wonderful. We need to go find the one who oversees. Izathel. Izathel will know where Mother is. Izathel is knowing, and is a guiding light. We need Izathel’s guidance.”

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Galyx, a sensory splicer of the Fair Basilica, tasked with preparing for the coming invasion, scuttled across the porcelain-like architecture within the sphere of New Phyrexia they called home. They had never left their workshop since they had first been assigned as a splicer. It had been endless working for months upon months in order to prepare for the invasion. However, something within them was wanting.

They searched for Izathel in order to answer the question of why.

“Where is Izathel?”

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“Izathel dwells in the barracks currently. Izathel counts what is needed. Izathel should not be disturbed.”

“Yes, but… we need Izathel. We need Izathel’s knowledge. We have a question for Izathel.”

“If it grants peace of mind, Izathel should surely answer. Harmony is key. It is perfection.”

The exarch pointed down a pathway, and Galyx started towards Izathel’s barracks. The eternal light of the Fair Basilica shined brightly, illuminating their path. Everything was pure, flawless, and perfect. Galyx, however, felt something was off. Something needed help. Something was them. Like a discordant note in a beautiful symphony, Galyx lonesomely glided towards Mother’s trusted commander.

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“What is it Galyx?”

“We need to see Izathel.”

A second after the name escaped from Galyx, a sensation of unwavering holiness flooded outwards from the barrack’s door as a figure blindingly resolute in their duties graced Galyx with their presence. Izathel gazed down upon the splicer. The suture priest dropped down on their knees to show respect, and Galyx clapped both of their hands together in a display of respect and remorse.

“We apologize most severely for the interruption, Izathel. We needed your assistance. We needed your blessing.”

The priest of the annex continued to gaze down upon Galyx.

“Mother has not visited in a long while. Mother has not blessed us in many cycles. Mother is what we need. Help us Izathel. Help us regain Mother’s love. Help us obtain her blessing again.”

Izathel did not move. After what felt like several minutes of begging, Izathel held up a hand to command silence. With a voice made to command angels, the glorious figure spoke not only to Galyx, but also anyone who could hear them nearby.

“Mother is busy. Phyrexia is a living entity. Every part of it needs care. Mother blesses all in time.”

The doors to the barracks slammed shut as Izathel departed. Galyx did not move from their position. The suture priest stood.

“Izathel has spoken. Return to your duty, Galyx. With every second spent away, the risk of discord rises.”

Galyx was shaking more and more with each second. Something had broken within them. They had been dismissed so quickly. They only wanted Mother’s love and blessing, but it seemed even further away than before.

“Galyx, respond.”

Galyx was now violently shaking. They slowly turned to the suture priest.

“We…”

The suture priest shook their head.

“Do not make us do this, Galyx.”

Galyx’s hand began to move towards them.

“I need your parts.”

Before the suture priest could react, a number of sharp tools had extended out from various points along Galyx’s body and pinned the suture priest to the ground. A second of screaming rang out across the Fair Basilica.

“I need it! I need it! I need it!”

The suture priest was torn asunder instantly as Galyx began to stitch their various pieces onto themselves as quickly as possible. Four hands. A face attached to Galyx’s back. Legs reconstructed into more hands. A body cut to pieces and absorbed into Galyx’s bulk.

“You will be a part of me. I am now you. Now my turn with Mother will be quicker.”

A ray of overwhelming light surrounded Galyx before they felt the world go dark. The last thing they saw was a large angelic figure descending down from above.

The next time Galyx opened their eyes, the entire world was dimmer. They could hear… waves? Their senses quickly returned to them as they regained their composure and analyzed their surroundings. A voice rang out from behind them.

“You are too useful to Mother to discard entirely. She has judged you worthy of living in your current state, despite your discordant display in the Fair Basilica. You are now in the Surgical Bays. Do not disappoint us, apostle. We shall be watching.”

Galyx shivered. Mother has seen them. Mother had seen them as worthy of her attention. Their plan had worked. This was different, but it was fine. Once again, the work could begin. Galyx turned to a surgical table with a live goblin laying down unconscious on it.

“Do not squirm, little one. Mother has given me a gift. We… I shall prove my worthiness of this blessing.”

Character Description

Galyx is a Phyrexian Splicer from the Fair Basilica in New Phyrexia. They one day snapped after Elesh Norn, the Mother of Machines, had not visited their workshop for a long time. This caused Galyx to become an Oil Apostle, being sent by Elesh Norn to another sphere of New Phyrexia in order to get them out of the Fair Basilica while still being useful elsewhere. They would be one of Elesh Norn’s eyes and ears, so to speak, in Jin-Gitaxias’s Surgical Bays.

Galyx has a strange oddity within them that is causing them to slowly form independent thoughts and desire things for themselves beyond just what is asked of them. They had been raised to simply splice forever, but something had taken hold of their mind. They wanted more. At first it started as just the Mother of Machine’s love, but now Galyx has slowly grown to desire a large variety of things. They want to get out, see the world, and take what they desire from it.

Galyx appears like a standard issue Sensory Splicer except they have four more arms and hands than normal as well as an extra face on their back. This allows them to multitask quickly. However, other than that, they are just like any other Sensory Splicer.

As they have worked in the Surgical Bays, they have come to hear of something called a Reality Chip. For some reason, it beckons Galyx as if it wanted to someone meet them personally. They can feel it. Their current goal, above all else, is to at least touch the Reality Chip and talk to it.

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MtG Art from Innistrad: Crimson Vow by Igor Kieryluk