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The mage-smiths of New Benalia have perfected the art of blending fine steel and enchanted glass into weapons that are both beautiful and deadly. Only elite knights are entrusted with these martial works of art.

The helmet reveals no eyes to witness your penance, no mouth to offer absolution.

Now the cries of clear strong voices came ringing over the fields. They rode in: a long line of mail-clad Men, swift, shining, fell and fair to look upon. Suddenly they swept up with a noise like thunder, and the foremost horseman swerved.

Fear the mists, for they are armed.

Raised in a long tradition of heroes, every Benalish knight knows the day might come when they will be called to face Phyrexia.

"To be a knight, Gideon, is to be the shield for the meek against the cruel."

The Order of the Skyward Eye does the bidding of an evil force, unwittingly stirring fear and mistrust across Bant in accordance with his plans.

"My whisper becomes a thousand roars."

"Horse? Who needs a horse?"

"As long as my faith persists, so shall I."

"This one fights like a leonin!"
—Jor Kadeen

And so the companies came and were hailed and cheered and passed through the Gate.

"With a great cry, the Goblin host broke and ran as the first wave of Knights penetrated its ranks."
—Tivadar of Thorn, History of the Goblin Wars

The taskmaster knows that there is no cure for the common kobold.

"The land grows only where the kami will it."
—Dosan the Falling Leaf

She answers the call of the Crave, the desire for battle sated only by bloodshed.

Kolaghan's army rushes from kill to kill, desperate to avoid the dragon's wrath.