Planeswalker
"I still think this is a really bad idea," Aine pointed out to Recklessness, as he traced the pentagram onto the ground.
"Oh, c'mon," he teased the beautiful firre gently, "What's the worst thing that could happen?" You'd just rather have me playing with your brassiere than this demonic brazier, but I say, what's the big difference?--Just a few letters is all. And with that he lit the brazier they had found in the evil-looking chest that said in Abyssal, "Ye who opens me shall doom the world."
With a terrible gout of hellfire and a crack of thunder, the ground began to shake until a giant monstrous creature wielding a flaming whip and thunderous sword came forth from a terrible rent in the earth. "Foolish mortal! After ten thousand years, I'm free!" it shouted in triumph, as it blasted at Recklessness with a fireball to little effect and then burned him slightly with its flaming whip, grabbing the Planeswalker with the whip and pushing him into the flames that surrounded its body, but Recklessness stayed within the flames completely unharmed.
"Sorry there, Mr. Ten Thousand Years Guy, but if I can withstand the heat of Aine's passion, I don't think a little thing like a balor's flaming aura of utter incineration can hurt me at all," Recklessness laughed as he asked, "You wouldn't happen to be vulnerable to banishment would you?"
"No, fool, I gained the Native subtype during a freak accident involving a spelljamming helm and a squeaky toy. That's why they had to trap me in the brassiere..."
"No, that's brazier, like BRAY-zee-uhr with a long 'A' ," Aine corrects, "This is a brassiere."
"OK fine, in the BRAY-zee-uhr. Tough luck mortal," the balor finished.
"Hate to say I told you so, but..." Aine trailed off.
"Well, since it sounds similar, any chance we could trap you in Aine's brassiere?" Recklessness asked hopefully.
"No, she was right, actually. It was definitely a brazier," the balor replies.
"Awww man! Why do these sorts of things always happen to me?" Recklessness asked sheepishly.
