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The myr are like quicksilver: malleable in function and adaptable in form.

Magical etchings turned a whittler's tool into a wolfhunter's weapon.

Partisan spies warned that no armor would protect the body from Phyrexian infection. Neurok strategists took that as a challenge.

Simic symbols are among the most intricate and fragile, yet few vandalize them for fear of the strange lifeforms that might be released.

"Like our guild itself, this locket can stand for many things. You must discern what it means for you."
—Vannifar

For the Simic Combine, its sigil serves not as an emblem of honor but as a trademark. Its familiar image on any biological commodity attests to superb craftsmanship, ingenious innovation, and higher cost.

A siren once tried to steal it out of jealousy but was caught by the song of its strings.

"With this ring, you have friends in worlds you've never heard of."
—Sisay, Captain of the Weatherlight

Metal permeates the marrow of every bone in Mephidross—except one.

Though no bigger than a hand, the surveyors were as vital to the resistance as the largest war constructs.

"Let any who doubt the evil of using the ancient devices look at this infernal machine. What manner of fiend would design such a sadistic device?"
—Sorine Relicbane, Soldevi heretic

Though lifeless, the skull still possessed a strange power over the flow of magic.

Ramos fell, and there was night.

Only a focused mind can survive it.

Once tasted, the flavor of skullmead lingers in the throat, a secret brand of guilt for those who partake in forbidden pleasures.

The essence of wind to lift up the weary.