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The dense jungle surrenders to a lush and lavish expanse. At its center uncoil the spires of Qarsi Palace.

Known simply by her title, Oracle uses her gift of prophecy to aid her people. She believes Gerrard to be the Korvecdal, the one who will unite the people of Rath against Volrath's tyranny. Her only doubt is whether she will be strong enough to guide him to his destiny.

Soon she understood that it was not the vision that had been twisted, but her own mind.

"Chaos fuels the flames of violence. Only through order can peace be assured."
—Dovin Baan

Trained in the Samite arts, Orim serves as the healer aboard the Weatherlight. She is quick with languages and was educated at the same Argivian university as Hanna. A student by nature, Orim keeps a diary of all her new discoveries—both physical and spiritual—during her travels.

With Griselbrand gone, the Skirsdag eagerly awaited another demon to claim their devotion. Ormendahl did not make them wait long.

"Ah, Jerren. You've been such a faithful, useful insect."

Enter to find wealth, security, and eternal life . . . for just a small price up front.

Unlike most churches, at Orzhova it's best to pray before you arrive.

Dusk Legion invaders sought lone Oltec travelers to prey upon. The Core's guidestones did not approve.

Still to the ignorant eye, yet bursting with life. A million actions and reactions, unstoppable as the dawn.

A few weed-choked gourd patches are all that remain of the proud, thriving farms that once blanketed the province.

Cradle of the Golgari's new kingdom. Grave of those who wronged its queen.

"On my signal, disable the safeguards. Let's blow these metal freaks right back to their own world!"
—Gav Beleren, mage-ring engineer

Centuries of scouring sands have carved and polished the rocky terrain of the Shefet.