Myths and Legends: Regiment of Saprolings
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In the forests of Dominaria, Magic®'s primary plane of existence, ancient gigantic trees mesh branches to form a dense, dark canopy over the forest floor below. This cool, fragrant space is occasionally dappled by sun, allowing a thick carpet of violets, ferns, and bracken to roll out at the gnarled base of each tree. In the shadows of these lurk the saprolings, ever mulching the cast off needles and fronds of their greener neighbors. Far from sedentary, these toadstools number in the dozens of thousands, and after a rain storm, swarm forth from their rootbound kingdom seemingly overnight to blanket the ground in their smart white, gold, or khaki uniforms. The elite Shoo-Fly Squadron sport their silver and scarlet caps, barring the passage of slugs and other interlopers through the forest.
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