“If you wind up in one of mine, you can be sure as silver it will be your last.”
—Grafdigger Wulmer

Gruul territorial markings need not be legible. The blood, snot, and muck used to smear them are unmistakably Gruul.

The Izzet signet is redesigned often, each time becoming closer to a vanity portrait of Niv-Mizzet.

The form of the sigil is just as important as the sigil itself. If it’s carried on a medallion, its bearer is a master. If it’s tattooed on the body, its bearer is a slave.

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

The symbol of the Conclave is one of unity, with tree supporting sun and sun feeding tree.

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.

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

The Azorius symbol stares down like a great eye, reminding visitors of the watchful presence of Isperia and her lawmages.

It promises protection to those in need and proclaims a warning to any who would threaten Ravnican law.

“They say the ruins of Sedraxis were once a shining capital in Vithia. Now it is a blight, a place to be avoided by the living.”
—Olcot, Rider of Joffik

In the cold corridors of the undercity, misinformation unfurls from Duskmantle like a spreading stain.

Every part of the gate was reclaimed from forgotten ruins and imbued with new purpose by the Swarm.

The scarred rubble around the gate is testament to past meetings of the Clans, summits that inevitably devolved into brawls.

Beyond lies the culmination of all Izzet projects, a grand experiment led by the dragon Niv-Mizzet himself.

On Naya, ambition and treachery are scarce, hunted nearly to extinction by the awe owed to terrestrial gods.