Twas the year 20 A.B. twenty years after the great battle that is. A time of darkness and a time of strife. Man had turned in upon himself and lost his way. The accomplishments of the years of light were forgotten. They clung to one hope...the belief that life is circular, flowing through a balance of Light and Darkness. In time, the forces of Light would resonate in the world.

The dust blew stubbornly across the plains clashing the barren branches of the old Elvenblood tree. It was the 1st of August 1999. A small squirrel stood curiously up from within his burrow sharply chiding the unthoughtful travelers who had ridden by his humble home. At first glance these travelers seemed common enough... 3 friends on horseback. The man in front rode on a black stallion. He had a noble bearing and stature. His armor, albeit it dented and tarnished, showed the subtle gleam of silver. His two companions wore studded leather and mismatched pieces of plate-mail. The three bore various weapons from crossbows to dented lances. While the equipment was old, it was evident to a trained eye that it was of high quality and well kept. Tightly wrapped within a bag at the leader's side was a standard, a blade, and a piercing orb of darkness. A passerby might think them out hunting food but in truth their's was a great task that was known only in legend.

Several days later the 3 arrived in the small outpost of Glathdell. In the War of Light, Glathdell had been one of the most loyal to the Light as well as a base of fierce fighters. The three sought out a small inn within the old city. The three carefully timed their entrances to allow them to quietly enter the common room. They spread out to look for the grizzled faces and fiery eyes of veteran fighters. These they bought a drink and began to discuss battles. In time the course of the conversations allowed them determine each warrior's true loyalties. There were those on the side of darkness but more importantly were the ones who were those loyal to the Light.

They spent many a day in the small inns and taverns throughout the land seeking out those loyal veterans and through them the youths who would join their cause. Their army grew until they were a force to be considered. The leader and founder of this mighty Legion was The_Phoenix_LOL. He led them in many battles often to victory against the many clans that made up the Nations of Darkness. Their banner flew high in battle and beast and man flocked to it as those locked in a dark room are drawn to a crack of Light. The Phoenix, in his silver armor and crested helm, led his followers to a place touched by beauty. It was an open plain with a beautiful lake that gently splashed against the face of a steep cliff. The area upon the top of the cliff was both large and easily defendable. Phoenix gave the order to set up camp and commence construction upon a basic fort able to hold and defend the mountain against a small army. It was on this spot that The Phoenix founded the Citadel of Light.

Time passed and with its passing days the army grew. The rough camp became a small town with strong defenses. The wood grew into stone, the stone arched into walls, and within the walls mighty towers shot to the sky. Soon there was a thriving city along the lake and on top of the mountain the mighty citadel of the Legion of Light. Many of those loyal to darkness charged against the Citadel however, its impenetrable walls withstood them all. The shining forces of light charged out again and again to clash against those who would oppose rebirth. The rebirth of a people, expanding and consuming the empire of Darkness.

The joy continued until one dark day deceit was afoot within the council chambers. There had been a sequence of fights which threatened to divide the Legion. It all centered around one man who went by the name of King_Arthur_LOL. After he had sewn his discord, he left the Legion taking any and all he could. He offered his vision of a more mature nation as well as positions of power to all who followed him. One fourth of the council went with him and a number of people as well. his caused The Phoenix great pain for he had looked into the heart of this challenger and found him to be a charlatan. His intentions were not pure, nor was his heart and cause. After several months, word came that he had destroyed the new nation he had formed much as The Phoenix had predicted. While this was a great step back for the Legion it was a greater blow to The Phoenix for the Legion was his creation and he put his heart into its health.

The Legion survived and prospered, however, under the fair and steady leadership of The Phoenix. After a year of many battles and changing seasons scouts returned to the Citadel with news of a newly discovered stone gateway. This gateway, it was rumored, led to a long lost land that was torn by striving guilds and bands of mercenaries. The Phoenix led a small force through the portal on the 2nd of August, 2000. They found themselves in the wooded hills of Norrath They established a small fort and began the work of fighting the enemies of the Light. So extended the Legion into tits 2nd realm. The Light drew people to the Legion as it had in the old world and so the second Legion of Light grew in strength and numbers.

Since the fledgling steps where taken into the land of Norrath the Legion has grown. Spreading its values to many and leaving its mark on all. The battles continue, often fierce and bloody. Many soldiers have fallen for that which is right and true and will be forever remembered. However, many more of the wretched have been banished from this world. The gates to the Citadel of Light stand open as pillars of reassurance. Sending forth rays of purity to all those in their darkest hours.

As the world of Norrath expands so do the exploits of the Legion. From the darkest halls of Crushbone to the grassy plains of Umbral. No enemy shall ever be safe from the Legion and its soldiers. No voice so strong as to quench the voice of justice. No spirit to retched as to withstand the glory of the Light.