| It is the Season of the Colossus, 1079AE
Ascalon will endure, no matter what.
This is something every Ascalonian knows, from guardsman to peasant. Within this war-torn land, under the shadow of its’ shattered Wall we have survived the harshest of conditions and... under the constant claw of the Charr. We endure.
Though largely forgotten by the rest of the world, our tireless duty to reclaim our land, our devoted prayers have not fallen by the way side to those who matter most: our people and our Gods. Our strength. Our determination. Our unbreakable spirit as a people. All these things have been tested, and have only rung true. And we will forever stand because of this. Our spirits will never be broken!
These are the virtues we hold dear, and these are the very things the Gods themselves have deemed worthwhile. And unto us comes the greatest of honours: Wintersday comes to Ascalon.
As the day draws to it’s end: as the sun slowly begins it crawls below the horizon, we look forward to more than just another day. We look forward with renewed pride: the world comes to Ascalon, and we shall be ready.
True volition is upon us.
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