From Ekhriaan "I would say they are not an army, but the order of our streets.
With batons and short blades, they walk among us to keep peace. Chains swing heavy when lawbreakers resist mercy guides their hands… though I’ve seen how rough those hands can be.
Few ever see the watchful marksman, hidden high above, eyes fixed on danger before it stirs.
And when magic threatens, the great sentinel in nulliron steps forth, standing as the city’s unshaken wall. Some call him our greatest shield, others whisper he’s just another threat in different armor.
Do they keep us safe? Yes.
But sometimes I wonder at what cost."