🔥 TIBALT: THE FIEND THAT FAILED 🔥
“You know what's funny? He never even had a plan.”
✍️ By Tibalt’s Apprentice
Tibalt wasn’t born a monster. He made himself one.
Once a student of pain magic on Innistrad, Tibalt was a frail man mocked by peers and rejected by his own body. But he craved understanding—of torment, of terror, of what makes a scream sing. So he stitched demons into his soul and lit the fuse.
His spark ignited mid-transformation, tearing him across the planes—a half-demon planeswalker driven by agony and rage. He didn’t seek power to conquer. He sought it to hurt first—before the world hurt him again.
🩸 Planeswalker, Menace, Nobody
Tibalt's greatest hits:
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Torturing planes for fun
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Starting the Kaldheim War of the Realms by impersonating Valki, god of lies
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Getting clowned by Kaya and exiled by Tyvar
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Being just annoying enough for the Phyrexians to corrupt
He was never a big bad. He was a small one with big dreams and no brakes. While others plotted, Tibalt acted. Often stupidly. Always violently.
⚙️ The Phyrexian Fall
Tibalt didn’t resist Phyrexia. He welcomed the upgrade. Oil dulled the pain. Obedience replaced impulse. For the first time, Tibalt had purpose—even if it wasn’t his own.
But after Realmbreaker fell, so did the false clarity. He woke up raw, broken, and alone. With no grand plan, no redemption, and no one to torment but himself, Tibalt died a screaming, pathetic wreck.
No funeral. No fanfare. Just pain and silence—like the end of a scream in an empty room.
🕯️ Legacy of a Loser
Tibalt never ruled a plane. He never won a war. But he left scars—on Innistrad, on Kaldheim, and on us.
He wasn’t strong. He wasn’t smart.
But he was real—a planeswalker made of spite, failure, and rage.
And sometimes? That’s more interesting than winning.
🩸 Signed,
Tibalt’s Apprentice
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