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Here stands a lone sentinel in the land of Prayerie. Once Prayerie Dogs roamed fur-clad, but after discovering the wonders of the earth, the precious metals and stones, they forged armor for themselves out of the finest materials, and fortified their homes. Some fringe historians say that Prayerie should rather be spelled 'prairie' for the Old Tongue's word for grassland, however, more noted and respected scholars have concluded that the name of their land was instead derived by from the Old Tongue word 'prayer' since their land is a holy land indeed, as are its citizens. They are often seen as gods of their home, due to their abilities to live under the earth so well, and their dominion over it. In respect, they took on the name 'dog' an inversion of the Old word for the almighty, for they felt unworthy of being considered gods themselves. Their advancements allowed them to drive away the demons of the land... the monstrous Swiftfoots and the dreaded Winged Ones. But when all of the dangers are gone, and nothing more threatens the citizens of Prayerie... what has a poor old sentinel left in life?

Description
Here stands a lone sentinel in the land of Prayerie. Once Prayerie Dogs roamed fur-clad, but after discovering the wonders of the earth, the precious metals and stones, they forged armor for themselves out of the finest materials, and fortified their homes. Some fringe historians say that Prayerie should rather be spelled 'prairie' for the Old Tongue's word for grassland, however, more noted and respected scholars have concluded that the name of their land was instead derived by from the Old Tongue word 'prayer' since their land is a holy land indeed, as are its citizens. They are often seen as gods of their home, due to their abilities to live under the earth so well, and their dominion over it. In respect, they took on the name 'dog' an inversion of the Old word for the almighty, for they felt unworthy of being considered gods themselves. Their advancements allowed them to drive away the demons of the land... the monstrous Swiftfoots and the dreaded Winged Ones. But when all of the dangers are gone, and nothing more threatens the citizens of Prayerie... what has a poor old sentinel left in life?