Better die fighting for freedom than live as a slave under the yoke of theocracies! Hooowarghhh! No king of Asylon will ever tell another man what to believe. We are the most free of all of western Dwilight, we house a plethora of faiths under the gateway of north and south, our soldiers stand for freedom and anywhere they march a road of liberty follows beneath their feet. Where Caerwyn crumbled, where Kabrinskia fell, where Itaulond died and the forces of Astrum washed up against our walls like so much driftwood in the seas. There stood Asylon! A beacon of light on the furthest western shores a legend to men of the east, a place of mystery to the kingdoms of the south and feared bed time stories of the north. The last vanguard of a golden age, the single voice of order in a chaotic world. Raise your swords to the heavens rise as free nobles and claim the heavens as your own for it is your birthright to be untethered , unbound and without fear of eternity!
