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An emblem of a secret guild, the Dimir insignia is seen only by its own members—and the doomed.

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.

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 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.

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.

Enter the Senate, the seat of justice and the foundation of Ravnican society.

"It is our duty to protect all those in need. But the other guilds have never shown themselves worthy of that protection."
—Tajic

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.

Enter and leave the shackles of society behind.

Every laboratory buzzes with new experiments, each a piece of Ral's ambitious project.

"So much wealth. So much splendor. So much temptation to believe the gilded lie."
—Kaya

Enter and indulge your darkest fantasies, for you may never pass this way again.

Enter and rejoice! The Conclave stands united, open to one and all.