Free Company

No Gods, No Masters

Sigil. Lily of the Valley

Spawned from the escaped slaves of Praelia

Sail around the Golden Sea to liberate slaves from different cities and the Elven Coast

Started out filled with gladiators and slaves, later recruiting more slaves and others looking to push the group's ideals

"The folk of Tiara have long lived under the oppressive rule of the Councilship, 
their mortal lives succumbing to the oversight of the many Lords, 
that pull them into their politics and blood feuds.

But beyond the tyranny of the councilship, 
the sin of slavery gives a rank stench in the streets of this city. 
Many of you deny the allegations but the people speak the truth, 
and the truth is seen. 

To rip the freedom given to a soul of this world,
the greatest gift a mortal could have,
the only thing they could have, 
just to have it wrestled away by those born into privilege and decadence.

Declarations of birthright and wealth to lay claim to one's own body -
tell me - is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? 
'No!' says the man in Nora, it belongs to the Tower.
'No!' says the Elves of the Coast, it belongs to your master.
'No!' says the Clerics of Tamarand, it belongs to God. 

I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. 
The Lily of the Valley chose something different. 
We the people chose something different. 
I chose… freedom!

No Gods, No Masters!"

"The folk of Tiara have long lived under the oppressive rule of the Councilship,
their mortal lives succumbing to the oversight of the many Lords,
that pull them into their politics and blood feuds.

But beyond the tyranny of the councilship,
the sin of slavery gives a rank stench in the streets of this city.
Many of you deny the allegations but the people speak the truth,
and the truth is seen.

To rip the freedom given to a soul of this world,
the greatest gift a mortal could have,
the only thing they could have,
just to have it wrestled away by those born into privilege and decadence.

Declarations of birthright and wealth to lay claim to one's own body -
tell me - is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?
'No!' says the man in Nora, it belongs to the Tower.
'No!' says the Elves of the Coast, it belongs to your master.
'No!' says the Clerics of Tamarand, it belongs to God.

I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different.
The Lily of the Valley chose something different.
We the people chose something different.
I chose… freedom!

No Gods, No Masters!"