To those who come after us:
When you read this inscription, perhaps the river of time will already have erased every trace of us.
We once tore apart the holy scriptures of the hypocritical Church, lit the night sky above the Twelve Duchies with the flames of freedom, and turned our broken shackles into the Empire's first military insignia.
The historians say the Empire was founded through the favor of those false gods, but its true beginning was a reckless wager made by three madmen deep in a mine.
We wagered that justice could grow from a bloodstained charter, that a reforged broken blade would lose none of its edge, and that the common people were the backbone that held up history.
Do not try to search for traces of our existence. Our bones have long since turned to dust, but the stars will shine forever in the night sky.
Do not mourn us, for we have already become part of time itself.
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