Bastonne

Bastonne is the birthplace of the Uniter, and it has never for a single hour been permitted to forget it. Here, in the very heart of Bretonnia, Gilles le Breton was born a son of the dukedom; here he first gathered his Grail Companions and rode out to break the greenskin tides in the twelve great battles that forged a kingdom from a scatter of feuding lords. Every stone of Bastonne remembers the founding, and every knight raised beneath its banner is measured against a legend no living man can equal, which does not stop them, for one waking hour of their lives, from trying.

The dukedom's knighthood rides as though the founder himself sat watching from the saddle at their side, and the result is a courage that shades past valour into the frankly unreasonable. Under dukes such as Bohemond Beastslayer, Bastonne has charged uphill against odds that wiser realms would flee, held bridges that could not be held, and hunted monsters the length of the kingdom purely to be worthy of the name it bears. To the rest of Bretonnia this is magnificent and a little exhausting. To Bastonne it is merely the debt owed the man who made them, paid in the only coin he ever valued: glory, and the willingness to die for it.