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"What do you have that I cannot obtain?"
—Mairsil, the Pretender

Depending on your point of view, the seal represents a proud guardian of the natural cycle or one who has sold her soul to darkness for eternal life.

"They're easy enough to squish, but they're a pain to wash out of a workbench."
—Tergel, goblin explosioneer

"We have barely begun to learn the secrets of the Fourth People. Every remnant of their presence, however cryptic, is a gift."
—Akal Pakal, First Steward of Oteclan

The sigil holds different meanings depending on its form and presentation. While some wear it as a sign of status, others wear it as a sign of debt.

Made of bone and boiled in blood, a Rakdos signet is not considered finished until it has been used as a murder weapon.

"Our stories define our reality."
—Ugin

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.

"The continual rise of the downtrodden is as inevitable as vines usurping a forest."
—Vraska

Infinite possibilities contained in a finite space.

Such cloaks are in high demand both by assassins and by those who fear them.

Left barren by the Brothers' War, it stands as a stark reminder of Dominaria's likely fate should the Coalition fail.

"We must rely on our own knowledge, not on the dogma of the seekers or the mutterings of the sphinxes."
—Tullus of Palandius

"You should have granted us an audience. Instead, you now reign over a kingdom of ruins."
—Sarkhan, the Dragonspeaker

Where ambition meets industry, passion is poisoned by greed.

Without Vantress's knowledge, the realm would lose itself in darkness.

After years of silence, the caves once again echo with the grisly sounds of Phyrexians preparing for war.

The path to power is forged in ruthlessness.