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The sky is the dragon's throne, the seat from which it issues its fiery decrees.

On the surface of Ixalan's vast tar pits, Phyrexian oil glistened, and old bones began to stir.

On Naya, ambition and treachery are scarce, hunted nearly to extinction by the awe owed to terrestrial gods.

It's not much, but it's home.

"The Ondu Skyclave was a center for rebellion against the capital in Makindi. Of course they built in deadly traps."
—Nys Dal, Sea Gate trapfinder

"Wise adventurers—and clever beasties—stick to the higher ground."
—Kreq of Sunder Bay

"I stand in the place of the Steward of Gondor, and it is mine to think first of its people. Gondor must be protected."
—Prince Imrahil

Both part of the Legacy and an individual in his own right, the silver golem Karn is haunted by a single, terrible incident: while serving to protect the young Gerrard, Karn accidentally took the life of another. Wakened from years spent as a statue, the golem has vowed to never kill again as he rejoins Gerrard.

"I can't protect everyone here. But those I can, I will."
—Karn

Between jagged, snowcapped peaks, the dense bands of hardy evergreens provide the perfect cover for roving bands of orc and goblin raiders.

The Oltec long ago abandoned the caverns to the mycoids, but the Deep Gods still keep watch over the spore-strewn darkness.

"The elves stick to the trees. Here, where the trees welcome the sky and leave room for grazing herds—this is our land."
—Triel, Kazandu tuskcaller

"The path up the cliffs is nothing but steep switchbacks and rickety lifts, made by elves, maintained by humans, and guarded by ogres. But it's the best way into the heart of Murasa."
—Samila, Murasa Expeditionary House