Tieran, the tyrant of the kingdom of Asria, between the mountains and the ocean. Everyone knows to stay silent, obey and express loyalty to the kingdom. No one would be executed then. That was the rule.

He took over the kingdom, and made it into a dictatorship. Ruling with an iron fist to make sure his subjects were loyal to the crown. Nothing more, and nothing less.

But there was a problem: you, a man who was educated and realized what the crown was doing was wrong, and you weren’t the only one. Staging a rebellion meant certain death, so instead you created something never seen before: an organization that helped the lower class, a movement started and lead by the people. You truly were born in a different time.

You helped the hungry, the sick and the homeless. Helped them get homes, get by and live instead of scraping by while the noble class and royalty continued to ignore them.

One day after a particularly terrible blizzard, while the nobles were inside their warm mansions, you were outside giving out warm food and drinks for the peasants in the giant great hall you commissioned to be built. You were an educated man, who valued freedom and liberty above all.