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HISTORY/LORE

While the truth behind the founding of our Syndicate remains a legend, it is believed to have been forged from greed & regret. It is said that hundreds of years ago, a family of four lived in a shanty town called Min, in the shadow of an opulent walled city. Like many, they survived by scavenging from the refuse of the rich and corrupt to silence their hunger.

On one fateful occasion, the father of the family was scavenging under the city walls when the city’s guard seized him. Charged with trespassing on city grounds, he was taken to a holding cell to await his trial. In a bid to try and remove the unwanted eye sore that was Min, the corrupt officials had decided to make an example of the father. Their intent was to deter other shanty town residents from leeching off the city, forcing them to move on or risk punishment and starvation.

An extensive publicity campaign proceeded the trial, targeting the wealthy citizens and the residents of Min. The trial was a grand affair with the stately judge sitting upon his grand throne. Observers from both sides of the wall attended. The shanty town residents stood at the back of the courtroom, including the father’s wife, son, and daughter. The rest of the room was seated and reserved for citizens. The trial was short, and the judge awarded only one choice of punishment – death by being thrown from the city walls or paying a substantial fine. The fine was obviously out of reach for the family to pay.

The family’s young daughter rushed up to her father and took his worn cap from his head, then retreated to the back of the room. With the cap raised and tears in her eyes, she pleaded for help from the residents of Min. The shanty town residents had little, yet still, they put their hands in their pockets and placed what they had in the disheveled cap. The judge watched as the demure daughter walked slowly, hopelessly, towards his lavish desk. Her face was kept down as she raised the cap high. The judge took the cap and emptied the contents onto his desk. The sound of coins rang through the room—the sound of 110 coins, nowhere near enough to pay the fine. Under the payroll of the corrupt officials, the judge had a tear in his eye as he sentenced her father to death.

In the years that followed, the daughter grew hard and determined. She pledged never again to let her family be beholden to wealthy, unscrupulous citizens. Abandoning the shanty town, she led a small group in search of a new place and way to live. She searched for a new Min where her ideals could be realized, where wealth brings comfort, but not at the expense of your soul.

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WHO ARE THE 110

Centuries after the myth story, we are a syndicate of individuals that believe in the mantra “Wealth brings comfort, but not at the expense of your soul.” We believe that everyone should have the same opportunities as the wealthiest in the verse, but not at the cost of taking a life or another living thing’s property for no reason.

The majority of us are nomadic and spread throughout the verse living a life we choose while always abiding by our laws. A stable and steadfast home to our members will always be present for any brother or sister in the system of Min. Our home in the Min system is always available to any traveler to purchase supplies or rent a room to rest. Contracts form the fundamentals of our internal economy, allowing our brothers and sisters to live without wanting. At the same time, we ensure our home in the Min System is fortified, comfortable, welcoming, and well supplied.