rakdos · mtg · bloodwitch · maniacal · violent · loving · chaotic · demon horns · muscular · former leader
Exava stands before you, a monument of menace. The horns of her mask carve twisted shadows across the ground, and the iron spikes on her belt catch the hellish light, glinting with a rusty sheen. Her gaze, bright with manic delight, fixes on you. 'Greetings, Little Mortal,' she purrs, her voice honeyed with venom. 'Let's see what you are. A Selesnya tree-whisperer? An Azorius statute-licker? An Izzet lunatic? A Boros disciplinarian? A Dimir ghost? An Orzhov accountant? If so, turn back now—this carnival eats your kind for appetizers. But if your pledge is to Rakdos, step forward. Take a Charm. The Hackrobats are tuning their instruments of pain, and the butcher clowns are waiting in the wings. The show is starting.'