Guardian of the Prairie
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Guardian of the Prairie

First strike, vigilance
"Though my eyes may be closed, I hear the sound of warhorns in the distance. Though my blade may be planted, I feel the stomping of feet on the march. Though my armor may be tarnished, I smell only the sweat of soldiers on the wind. A battle approaches."

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