mtg.wtf

"All your steel won't protect you if your will is weak."

"I think I cracked a fang."

"What does it mean when the dead feed on the dead? When no new life emerges, but only more death? Is it not an endless spiral into annihilation?"
—Jeddeg, philosopher of graves

"Compared to the hunger of the fires within the earth, the appetite of a mere wurm is nothing."
—Phelgis Ojin, Keral Keep acolyte

"I spent some time in the Legion, but I'm done taking orders all day."

What he lacks in patience, intelligence, empathy, lucidity, hygiene, ability to follow orders, self-regard, and discernible skills, he makes up for in sheer chaotic violence.

The bellow of a minotaur always translates to "charge."

Their fires burn quietly, allowing the phoenixes to glide silently through the canyon.

"What goes up must get stuck."

Joining a guild, even the Gruul, would mean giving up some of his independence. He'd rather smash what he wants to smash.

"It's just playing with us, Marsden."
—Dafynne the Radiant, last words

"That's no ordinary eruption!"
—Grazlash Stonehold, last words

"Approach from behind. That way, if it does charge, at least you aren't in front of it."
—Vivien Reid

The spikes of bone protruding from its hide serve primarily as protection, but as they accumulate bits of foliage from the surrounding forest, they also provide camouflage.

It keeps the upper reaches of the forest free of every menace . . . except for the spider itself.

"Even the smallest creatures are fierce in defense of their own territory."
—Vivien Reid

"When the beast cloaks itself in the mighty oak, what good is a bow? When the oak wraps itself around the snarling beast, what good is a hatchet?"
—Dionus, elvish archdruid

"Friend and foe alike are irresistibly drawn to its beauty—the good, to their lasting reward, and the evil, to their brief and painful regret."
—Vivien Reid

The massive dominate through might. The tiny survive with guile. Beware the tiny who become massive.

"I sing to the branches, and they reach to the sky. I sing to the leaves, and they open to the sun. I sing to the roots, and they dig their fingers deep. I sing the song that creation sung."