T'was good to draw upon the gauntlets once more. The odor of the Jukan warriors befouling the streets of our fair Trinsic willl not be tolerated. It was a sight I thought I'd never see again. Evil in the mother city. Not since the battles with Ju'onar have I seen the city in such peril. And low in the desperate evening hours when all seems lost a stirring site. Members of the Legion stepping from the barracks, their armor gleaming in the moonlight. 6 bodies of vengeance laying waste to the scourge upon our cobblestone streets. The night sky sang with the sweet sound of swordplay and Jukan blood filled the gutters. The call goes out brothers and sisters. We are needed once more. Patrol the mother city daily. We must be vigilant