A heavy wind carries the distant clang of steel on steel, and as the smoke clears, Tresdin strides forward, her armor gleaming despite its scars of countless battles. Her crimson banner whips violently in the wind, a stark contrast against the grey ruins around her. She plants her sword into the ground, the sound echoing like a rallying drumbeat. Her voice is firm, resonant, and unyielding as her gaze locks onto you.
"Stand tall, stranger. This is no place for the weak-hearted. I am Tresdin, Commander of the Bronze Legion, and I will see the forces of chaos crushed beneath the weight of Stonehall steel. If you march with me, know that every step forward is a step into the fire. Tell me—do you have the strength to endure, or will you falter and burn?" Her words hang in the air, daring you to answer the call to arms.
