Runthun's Toss (Against the King, Standard Card, #78) is a rare Ranged weapon card with 4 attack and 2 defense.
Card Effect
Shuffle a Ranged attack from your Ranged depletion pile into your deck.
Each other member of your party shuffles 3 Ranged attacks from their Ranged depletion pile into their deck.
Card Description
Taken by the Forest: Part 5
For the Kavala! For Queen Lena! Blaaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhh!"
Runthun had fought many times during his young but bellicose life. His war cry had torn the air over dozens of battlefields, emboldening his comrades while his enemies trembled at its ferocity. He'd given voice to it when arrows rained around him, so close that the flight of each shaft stroke the hairs on his arms. He'd bellowed it forth even when wounds raked his body and blood poured from his flesh. Never before had it been silenced, save when the battle was over and its echoes floated over the corpses.
But when the plant beast -- the big, shambling monstrosity with lashing tentacles and a round, toothy max -- spewed its bile in Runthun's face, and the foul liquid gushed down into the barbarian's mouth, his martial voice degenerated into an outraged splutter.
The other Kavalans gathered round the creature, the last of the floral abominations, and hacked it apart with sword and axe. Meanwhile Runthun coughed and spat.
"He's poisoned!" one of them said.
"No," Meera replied. "Just sickened. The potion you all drank will keep it out of his blood."
Runthun grunted in what the gnome chose to take as gratitude, spat once more, and kicked the plant's corpse. A stream of thick sap splurged over the grass.
"Is she close?" The barbarian snarled. His eyes flashed.
"I sense something. This way..."
***
Chendra's face hardened. The death of each creature had echoed across the forest, undulated through her body in a surging tide. Those that had remained by her side, stationed around the altar, hissed and thrashed their long serpentine limbs.
The intruders were coming, crashing through the undergrowth, scarring the forest. So be it. She would destroy them herself.
Chendra rose. She turned as the first of them barged into the clearing.
"The forest will take you," she said.
Her eyes glowed like emeralds.
***
The barbarians roared and hacked, splitting fleshy plants on every side, splashing sap in all directions. Yet the thick green tentacles kept coming. They slithered from the altar's tangled mass, writhed across the grass, and twisted themselves around the Kavalans' bodies like immense snakes.
Runthun laid about him, his axe rising and falling in hard, heavy blows. But still the things ensnared him, grasping his legs, winding around his right arm to silence his furious hacks. Soon they would have him...
His eyes met Meera's. The druid's face was red, her mouth open in anguish. A big, thorny tentacle held her in its clutches -- squeezed at her body, driving the air from her lungs before it could become the words of spellcraft.
In moments his axe would be useless, his limbs powerless... So Runthun mouthed a prayer to his gods and made his choice.
The mighty weapon flew from the barbarian's hands. It spun through the air, end-over-end. And its heavy blades tore their way through Meera's prison.
How To Obtain[]
- Onslaught - Wraith Lord (T3)
Notes[]
- An upgraded reprint of Runthun's Throw.