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Cho-Arrim martial artists emulate the beasts of their home.

Having gone to the trouble of stealing a bident from a god on another world, Kiora was eager to test its capabilities.

He digs his roots into barren ground, searching for old seeds that never had the chance to sprout.

The people of the Sun Empire worship the sun in three aspects. Tilonalli is the Burning Sun, associated with ferocity, fire, and passion.

"She even had the audacity to criticize my wares as inferior."
—Old Rutstein

Only the trees were old enough to remember what happened when Moag ignored warnings of Phyrexia millennia ago. They were determined not to repeat the mistake.

Hiring an experienced wilderness guide isn't cheap, but it costs less than a search party. Or a funeral.

"You can't trust your eyes. A tree might look healthy, but its insides tell a different tale."
—Zahr Gada, Halimar expedition leader

Their strength is no mere numbers game. An intangible force augments the wolves when they run together.

"I can stretch a single moment of agony into centuries."

"Yesterday you were just a figment of your master's imagination. I liked you better then."
—Shai Fusan, archmage

Anyone other than a goblin would've gotten only a hand caught in the cookie jar.

Students fled with their research as Tolaria fell to the Phyrexians.

"Rauck-Chauv's like a holiday! Only it isn't on the calendars, and instead of dancing you knock people flat, and instead of giving gifts you break stuff."

"Sometimes I stroll along Tin Street and watch citizens busy with their daily lives. It reminds me why I do my job."
—Arrester Lavinia, Tenth Precinct

A new bird of prey—one that hunts sentience.

Never leave home without a gnome.

The new hire proved more than enough to replace the three farmhands who disappeared the week before.