Hearthpwn

Aya siphons a bit of Kun's soul to animate each golem in her Jade army. To his credit, he's being a great sport about it.

It actually thrives in partial sunlight.

Yes, he's a demigod. No, he doesn't need to wear a shirt.

Yes, he's a demigod. No, he doesn't need to wear a shirt.

Good things come in pairs. Good things come in pairs.

"Cenarius once taught me about the precarious balance between life and death. I have come to understand: there IS no balance. Death always wins."

"Cenarius once taught me about the precarious balance between life and death. I have come to understand: there IS no balance. Death always wins."

It's more of a drum pentagon, really.

They're just normal wisps, actually. The "Of the Old Gods" bit is just marketing.

Who passed greenhouse gas?

Go ahead, carve your initials in him.

Go ahead, carve your initials in him.

Young Night Elves love to play "Who can get the Ancient of War to Uproot?" You lose if you get crushed to death.

Young Night Elves love to play "Who can get the Ancient of War to Uproot?" You lose if you get crushed to death.

Don't worry; we fired the person who named this card.

Amazing that it's been hidden, given the twenty-foot treant splashing around in it.

"That totem was beautiful… and you runed it!"

Cat or Bear? Cat or Bear?! I just cannot CHOOSE!

Cat or Bear? Cat or Bear?! I just cannot CHOOSE!

That racial bonus to Herbalism finally paid off.

Beetlemancy. Beetlemancy. Beetlemancy.

Despite the harsh conditions, friends can still be found under the sea.

Druids take nourishment from many things: the power of nature, the songbird's chirp, a chocolate cake.

Druids take nourishment from many things: the power of nature, the songbird's chirp, a chocolate cake.

Is the sky falling? Yes. Yes it is.

Some Druids consider balance to be a state of harmony between the Natural and the Arcane. Others are more focused on the balance of the opponent’s life total versus their own.

Her clothing? Pure silk, of course.

Her clothing? Pure silk, of course.

Surge's up, dude!

Ah, yes. Mark. The mightiest Loa.

For Zok's latest song, he decided to go back to his roots. Like the ones on a tree. Tree roots.

The school has nothing to dread nor fear, 'Til Silverpine comes to Darrowmere.

Huh-huh-huh Hearthstone!

From the same people who brought you <b>Choose One</b>, and <b>Choose Twice</b>, comes the exciting prequel: <b>Choose NEITHER</b>!

These guys just show up and start Keeping your Groves without even asking.

"Hey.... Is that Mire for sale?" "No. I'm keeping it."

"Hey.... Is that Mire for sale?" "No. I'm keeping it."

Master of the Three Shell Monte.

Let's be honest. One option is a lot ragier than the other.

Let's be honest. One option is a lot ragier than the other.

Druids call it the "Mark of Nature." Everyone else calls it "needing a bath."

Druids who fought too long in Northrend were easily seduced by Ragnaros; a mug of hot chocolate was generally all it took.

She's a scythe for sore eyes.

The bad apple never falls far from the treant.

Likes: Hiking and the great outdoors. Dislikes: Goblin shredders and sandals. (Can’t find any that fit!).

You can never choose the wrong path if you make your own.

She holds both an academic post and a scratching post.

“Ravasaur!” “Pretty scary” “…Blammodax!” “Is that a thing?” “SMAXODON!” “….now you’re just making those up.”