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"The merfolk of the Pearl Trident have risen from the waves since the earliest days, at times allies to humans, other times enemies. Now their power is cresting again, and who can say which way the new tide will flow."
—Kalis, Onean scholar

Banished to the Dark Meanders for hideous crimes, some merrows find a taste for the darkness . . . and the dead.

Schools meet and mingle on Lorwyn's riverways. In the bustling interplay, the merrow renew their sense of community as they sharpen their wits and hone their trading skills.

Grimeblotters spend so much time in the Dark Meanders that they're able to bring a piece with them wherever they go.

He fancies himself a master thief, claiming to "steal the ground" from his victims.

Steady and silent as the deep current, the reejerey guides the course of the school.

The merrows' prey have retreated from the shore, so they have learned to follow.

"The world above the waterline must be monitored—and, when necessary, adjusted."

"Scholars seek to understand the way the world is. I wish to shape the world into what it should be."

A step in one direction is two steps away from another.

The more important the message, the larger the messenger.

So many aven had died scouting the distant fronts that the knight-captains recruited Nayan falcons as couriers.

"He outran arrows. He outran even the archers' insults."
—Bayma, storyteller of Lagonna Band

The Auriok have fought the metal hordes for so long now that knowing how to cripple them has become an instinct.

"All will be reforged in the fires of glory."
—Urabrask the Hidden

When the clever counterfeit was accepted by the hive, Volrath's influence upon the slivers grew even stronger.

"By the time I got there, the heart had stopped. Fortunately, I was able to replace it with something better."

"At this rate I fully expect to be replaced by a clockwork golem by year's end."
—Barrin

"Well, if that goblin didn't want his tongue pierced, he shouldn't have stuck it out at me."

"Watch over my father. Tell him I'm safe, but I won't come home until I find out how to bring him back to his senses, and Kamigawa is again at peace."
—Michiko Konda, last letter to General Takeno

Many have heard the beginning of its low, sustained shriek but few the end.

"Not all mortals fought the kami. The ogres revered the oni, while some humans made pacts based upon empty promises."
—The History of Kamigawa