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Armory Deck Origins: Hala

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I have held many titles in my life. Traversed the tides of war. My art honed to perfection. A paragon to those who take up the sword. But when the light dims and my creed calls, I have no need for titles. For I speak in steel, and my word is final.

Sharpen Your Resolve In The Name Of Sol

I am Hala, Bladesaint of the Vow, and I bow my golden helm to Sol. I carry both the burden of orders and the will to enact them, while the steel in my gauntleted hand sings a psalm of service, each strike honing truer as the grit of duty grinds into grace. I walk before the Hand of Sol, teaching discipline before the charge and steadiness when darkness descends. The blade remembers every oath I have ever kept and every evil I have excised. Sol illuminated this purpose in me, and so it shall in you. Carry it through blood and battle, through flesh and fear, until all that stands is worthy to stand, your next swing purer than the last. Let us march beyond these Golden Fields and cut through the turmoil with blessed truth. Let us drive the Shadows back until we stand unchallenged.