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On Ikoria, even the gentlest creatures are constantly evolving, outpacing tooth and claw with mighty natural armor.

Ancient ruins dot the world of Arcavios, most older than Strixhaven itself and many still guarded by soldiers from the Blood Age, centuries after their deaths.

"I dedicate my body to my country And my life to my King."
—Alaborn Soldier's Oath

First to charge, first to fight.

Hunger seized the tyrranax, and the Sylvok's vision quest ended in disaster.

The Temur welcome bears into the clan, fighting alongside them in battle. The relationship dates back to when they labored side by side under Sultai rule.

"The amphin have long built their society in secret. While surface dwellers squabbled over trivial borders, they patiently expanded, building their ammonite temple-caves. Now amphin priests eye the shore, and amphin hunters gird for war."
—Gor Muldrak, Cryptohistories

It is taller than all but the tallest trees, and older than all but the oldest.

"Why eat now what could one day grow into a feast?"
—Ojutai, translated from Draconic

The banks of the Luxa River attract all manner of predator but only the most resilient of prey.

Creatures displaced from time still turn up every year, stranded by the temporal disaster that once swept across Dominaria.

"When we of the Northern Verge claim a mount, no peasant's nag will do. It must be as strong as our virtue, and must join us of its own will."
—Sarlena, paladin of the Northern Verge

Not all enormous beasts are quick to anger.

Wolf-riders of Selesnya apprentice from a young age. Each rider raises a wolf pup from birth to serve as a mount, hoping that one day the two will share the honor of guarding the Great Concourse.

Bones cracked, flesh split apart, and the screams of euphoric agony gave way to unholy laughter.

"Imagine a gigantic pine cone that's extremely territorial and always in a foul mood."
—Zhosmir, urban huntmaster

"When the spires have burned and the cobblestones are dust, he will take his rightful place as king of the wilds."
—Kirce, Axebane guardian

The angriest of giants are often the most skillful weaponsmiths. Their grudges fuel endless sessions at the forge, all the while growling ferociously to themselves.

"From the snowy slopes of Kaelor,
To the canyons of Bandu,
We drink and fight and feast and die
As we were born to do."
—Balduvian tavern song

"They're a hardy bunch, but I'd still bet that they just slept through the worst of the cold times."
—Disa the Restless, journal entry

"I'm in the field of procurement, and business is good. The guilds want all kinds of maps and relics these days, though what they want them for I'm not quite sure."

Only twenty years after the Sima clan united the empire, invading barbarians divided it again.

Unpredictable in the extreme, these carnivorous apes will prey even upon their own kind.

In its lair lies a carpet of bones.

He is devious and cunning, in both appearance and deed. Beware the Warbeard, for this brute bites as well as he barks!