MTG Salvation

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

The most terrifying thing about the craw wurm is probably the horrible crashing sound it makes as it speeds through the forest. This noise is so loud it echoes through the trees and seems to come from all directions at once.

"For what are leaves but countless bladesTo fight a countless foe on high."—Elvish hymn

Each pluck of the strings breaks the hold of the unnatural on the world.

"Destruction is the work of an afternoon. Creation is the work of a lifetime."

From Gaea grew the world, and the world was silent. From Gaea grew the world's elves, and the world was silent no more.—Elvish teaching

"The stories tell of a distant time when machines overran the forests, destroying everything that lived. That time will not come again."

The king of Yavimaya's waters pays constant attention to his subjects . . . and thrives on their adulation.

Its diet consists of fruits, plants, small woodland animals, large woodland animals, woodlands, fruit groves, fruit farmers, and small cities.

Five hundred years to grow—barely a minute to eat.

Rather than sheltering her young, the female fungusaur often injures her own offspring, thereby ensuring their rapid growth.

"It is useful to be able to speak to the trees. But it is truly wondrous to be able to listen to them."

The elves' battle cries cut paths through the Æther, guiding those who would stand in Gaea's defense.

Disturb a sleeping badger and the snapping of your bones will awaken the countryside.

Watching the spider's web—Llanowar expression meaning"focusing on the wrong thing"

Don't try to outrun one of Dominaria's grizzlies; it'll catch you, knock you down, and eat you. Of course, you could run up a tree. In that case you'll get a nice view before it knocks the tree down and eats you.

Sword hilts jut from some trolls' bodies where wounds healed so fast that the weapons were trapped inside.

Just one can feed a dozen people for a month.

"Ach Hans, run It's the lhurgoyf"—Saffi Eriksdotter, last words

"Most people can't build decent weapons out of stone or steel. Trust the elves to do it with only mud and vines."—Gerrard of the Weatherlight

A wolf without a pack is either a survivor or a brute.

No two see the same Maro.

After the battle, an eerie silence gripped the forest. The losers' remains were lightly dusted with green.

Unanswered prayers are themselves answers.—Nantuko teaching

The song of the forest is in perfect harmony. If a single note is out of place, the elves will find its source.