Lines of Division
Divisions of the field, like the ordinaries, may follow complex line shapes. Most of these "sections" have developed conventional names in English, but modern artists, particularly in Finland, have developed new sections influenced by shapes found in the local flora. Among the most common of these are wavy, indented, dancetty (like indented but with bigger teeth), invected, engrailed, nebuly, embattled, dovetailed and potenty (pictured below). Notable modern forms include the "fir twig section" (havukoro in Finnish) and "fir tree top section" (kuusikoro in Finnish). These can be found in the arms of a number of municipalities in Finland, and the latter can also be found in the arms of Mullsjö Municipality in Sweden.
| Wavy | Indented | Engrailed | Invected |
| Nebuly | Embattled | Dovetailed | Potenty |
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