Not a pirate. Not a spy, Just mindin' my own. Convo me if that's a problem.



"There were once men who stood strong against the Amarrians no matter what they threw at them. They never knelt before them, they never called them masters. These men were called the Defiants. We will carry their name into the heart of Amarr and make them tremble at the sound of it. We will stand victorious or we will die with our hands around the slavers throats." - Karishal Muritor



The fury of the wind may pass over the reeds, but it's the oak that's stood the test of time. Will you bow to the changing winds, or stand firm in your conviction? Will you cower in fear, or serve the greater good? In the end, who will be remembered?