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bloody Templar of the Oath of Silence on the battlefield with her mace and palmtree crab armour

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bloody Templar of the Oath of Silence on the battlefield with her mace and palmtree crab armour
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[dark danger] הצילה מחרב נפשי מיד כלב יחידתי
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[art by Guy Borremans] bloody Templar of the Oath of Silence on the battlefield with her mace and palmtree crab armour
[art by Steve Rude] bloody Templar of the Oath of Silence on the battlefield with her mace and palmtree crab armour
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[art by Guy Borremans] bloody Templar of the Oath of Silence on the battlefield with her mace and palmtree crab armour
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[art by Steve Rude] bloody Templar of the Oath of Silence on the battlefield with her mace and palmtree crab armour
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