I am Nicholas Scientific Association Chairperson, and I am here to ask you a question: Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his own brow?


No, says the man in Kaslow. It belongs to the rich and noble
No, says the man in the llya. It belongs to God.
No, says the man in Elsaland. It belongs to those who will fight
I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose...
Jale!
A city where a Industrialized life style would not fear the ecologist.
Where the Necromancers would not be bound by petty morality.
Where the Rangers would not be constrained by the rest of the classes in the Level 50 bracket.
With the sweat of your brow, Jale can become your city, as well.