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Mood: A courageous final battle beneath the shadow of trees, strength, honor, and determination.
Smells Like: Earthy moss entwined in teakwood, warm sandalwood, with a breath of lime zest.
In the light of the flames, a towering figure arises, a shield at his back and a sword in his hand. He has been called by destiny, his quest to save his kingdom and protect his people. He stands in the gap, mouth drawn, muscles taut.
Enemies rush him as he wields his blade with power and skill. He forms a barrier between himself and his allies. Bringing his horn to his lips, he lets forth a blast, calling for aid and warning those who would oppose him of his intent.
Gray eyes flashing in the light of dawn, he fights for those who cannot protect themselves, for the memory of a distant homeland, and for the good of all free people.