mtg.wtf

"Fire is always dancing, leaping and whirling, seeking more fuel. It never rests, so why should I?"
—Chandra Nalaar

"Life as we know it dangles on the brink of extinction. We must show the strength they would steal from us."
—The Invokers' Tales

Two times the size, four times the smell.

Some elves battled too long in the deep shadow, their swords dipped too often in tainted flesh and poisoned blood.

With Eldraine's human knights called away to defend the courts, lost travelers were surprised to find themselves whisked to safety by the secretive folk of the wilds.

The geists that dwell in the deep forests of Kessig are as untamable as the woods themselves.

If you're lucky, the centaurs will give a single warning to leave their territory before driving a spear into you. If you're unlucky, the spear is the warning.

In Ravnica, there are maladies far more difficult to treat than death.

"This one was wearing shoes made of glass. She'll be no ordinary prey."

The charm of a naga is undeniable.

The modular nature of the automaton's design makes assembly perfectly intuitive.

Some think that dryads are the dreams of trees.

The forest lives in the elf as the elf lives in the forest.

"The Autumn Willow cannot be everywhere at once—that's what her grandchildren are for."
—Gulsen, Abbey Matron

The branches of the willow began to sway violently. Frodo called for help, but he could hardly hear his own voice: it was blown away from him by the willow-wind and drowned in a clamor of leaves.

Nothing returns from the nightmare nests of Indatha unscathed.

Part feline, part primate, all trouble.

Drakes prowl the skies of Kaladesh, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"Currents are currents, whether in sea or sky."

Serra was a symbol of hope to Dominaria, so Norn defiled her temples with monuments to Phyrexia.

Every cry lifts her allies toward the thunder.

Acolytes of the lost Lord Windgrace fight to keep Urborg relics out of Cabal hands.

Every path leads to discovery.