Where are the heroes of our age? Where are those who would stand against the Drow, the Duergar, the Mind Flayers and the Beholders? Where are those who would crush the self-proclaimed Chosen, the wererats that dwell in this very city?
Look around you citizen, and know that down here is nothing but savage chaos. This chaos strips away the thin veneer of civilization, leaving us with only the very core of what shapes this world. It is this thing that determines who leads and who follows, it determines who lives and who dies, and it is this thing that separates a master from his slave. This thing that is woven into every man and rock around you is Strength. It takes strong men to lead, and an even stronger man to survive in the Underdark. Strength is what forges cities, kingdoms and civilizations. In the end, it is the one unarguable virtue by which all men stand or fall.
This is what the Knights of Toboerski offer to Sanctuary: Strength. The Strength to crush those who would challenge us. The Strength to carve out a living for our families among the rocks and the pebbles of our new home. The Strength to rebuild a city. The Strength to forge a civilization. Strength is the one virtue which the Knights of Toboerski cherish above all others, and it is through our strength that we offer Sanctuary hope for the future.
[At the bottom, in large bold letters a question is posed.]
"Are you strong enough?
Contact Grand Magistrate Sir Dungal Toboerksi, Councilor of Sanctuary