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"Though the road through Raugrin is lined with alarm crystals, some monsters seem to be adapting. We've had raptors feigning attacks on provision caravans, while others try to sneak through the lava curtain."
—Dol, Lavabrink quartermaster

Every Cho-Arrim villager is a potential warrior; when they are called, they abandon their peaceful way of life and take up arms to defend it.

Mountain ogres allowed blizzards to sheathe them in ice, both to reinforce their armor and to hide their pungent musk from potential prey.

"The law has its place—as a footnote in my spellbook."
—Siyani, fugitive mage

As the shards merged into the Maelstrom, their mana energies fused into new monstrosities.

Countless knights of Garenbrig owe their lives to his peerless craftsmanship.

"It certainly takes after its master: big and brutish, and you can smell it from a mile away."
—Liliana Vess

Toren had stepped on a lot of bugs during his life, so he couldn't help feeling embarrassed when a bug stepped on him.

"Before my eyes was a horrible monster, worthy to figure in the legends of the marvellous. . . . Its eight arms, or rather feet, fixed to its head . . . were twice as long as its body, and were twisted like the furies' hair."
—Jules Verne, Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea, trans. Lewis

The River Heralds fight to keep all others from reaching the golden city. The city has its own defenses.

Izzet artificers have learned to steer their beautiful constructs clear of Boros warhammers—and the opera house.

"They say it survives on a purely bioluminescent diet. It's only active during the darkest of Indatha nights, making verification highly challenging."
—Gannet, Skysail zoologist

"There's no contract to sign, no oath to swear. The enlistment procedure is to unsheathe your sword and point it at the enemy."

"On the fifty-seventh day of the Battle of Silk, the bell again tolled in hopes of summoning mortal aid. This time, a new breed of kami rose to answer its call."
—Great Battles of Kamigawa

The fighting waxed furious on the fields of the Pelennor; and the din of arms rose upon high, with the crying of Men and the neighing of horses. But the hosts of Mordor were enheartened, and filled with a new fury they came yelling to the onset.

It's easy to stand head and shoulders over those with no backbone.

They get along so well with their goats because they're practically goats themselves.

"When you're a goblin, you don't have to step forward to be a hero—everyone else just has to step back!"
—Biggum Flodrot, goblin veteran

Once he'd worked out which end of the thing was sharp, he was promoted to guard duty.

Astride the bucking creature, Gribble hurtled down the mountainside while his Grotag brethren cheered. It was at that moment that the legend of the Skrill Tamer was born.

The elvish scout was scrupulous about the truth. She told the traders that gold lay nearby.

Despite its enormous stature, it can fold itself into a tunnel with startling quickness, vanishing back into the undercity.

"The Mardu are like the gore swine. We are wild, hunt in packs, and rarely clean the blood from our blades."
—Vallash, Mardu warrior

The gorilla beat its chest and threw great handfuls of leaves into the air. It howled challenge and showed its teeth. The mechanical soldier, not understanding, simply killed it.