"Honour the Heart of the North"
Centuries, maybe even millennia ago the lands of Drakun were a great empire that despite its size held strength beyond any other of the time. During this time great strongholds were built throughout the lands, mighty bulwarks of stone, impervious to all but the grandest of siege engines. This legacy would only server to feed the flames of war as knowledge was buried, and history burned.
With the Emperor dead and no direct heirs to continue his line a war of succession rapidly consumed this world power, the Lords and Castellans of the ancient strongholds choosing to seize power instead of risking their weak claims in a court. These traitors holding the only material strength of the land became legitimized. Each given the title of Prince the new lords of Drakun became discontent with such secondary honorific, and war again crossed their minds.
Brutal, treacherous civil war become normal for those living under the princes, distorting their world views and culture until militarism became expected, even honored. Drakun became a land of war. Men became soldiers, soldiers became heroes, heroes became legend.
Appropriately enough it was the era of rebirth that brought an end to the princes, and the war. New technology and tactics saw the first and final downfall of the great Drakun strongholds, and for the first time in over a millennia there was peace and unity. In order to prevent such a meaningless war from ever again consuming Drakun the last remaining prince ceded his power and his throne to democracy, and the Drakun Republic was born from the ashes of the long dead empire.
Today Drakun is a prosperous land both enthralled with its own military culture and gripped by the innovations of the renaissance, the twelve elected chancellors and the appointed arch-chancellor govern as well as any democracy could expect with their proud and unified people numbering 400 million souls.