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A growing population is a king's Honor; a prince without subjects has nothing. ... A large population is an honor for a king, but without people a ruler is ruined.

“It is not titles that honour men, but men that honour titles."

"Honor is simply the morality of superior men."

"A princes honor is what he wishes it to be."

To the common man honor is tied strongly to keeping ones promises. A Prince's honor is not tie to promises made. For a promise given is a necessity of the past:  and a word broken is a necessity of the present.”

"If honor were profitable, everybody would be honorable."

"A Prince knows that men honor what lies within the sphere of their knowledge, but do not realize how dependent they are on what lies beyond it."

"A Prince must Purse with eagerness wealth, and pleasure, for honor, cannot exist without sin."
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[This is the summary as I presented in my character thread post. While that post is lengthy, multiple people have said it's awesome, and it gives more depth to the practice of this honor... and what honor expressly is not. This list is not exhaustive, merely what comes to mind.]

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Honor is being true to your word.
Honor is being true to yourself.
Honor is upholding your values.
Honor is defending the innocent, no matter the personal cost.
Honor is respecting the strong, until proven otherwise.
Honor is holding your tongue and your hand to protect your kin.
Honor is employing no deceptions, in an effort to be fair to others' strengths.
Honor is a quest of self-actualization, a journey one never fully completes until he joins the ancestors with as much dignity and assurance as he can provide for himself.
Honor is rare, a valuable practice not meant for everyone, yet those who practice it are worthy of the same.

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Honor is...

...meaningless. Such is not the path of a Ninja. Such is not the path of her village.

Loyalty. Loyalty is the foundation of a ninja. It is the very lifeblood through which a village can live. Those who have forsaken their loyalty are not worthy of the title of Ninja. They are not worthy to live.

Nessa remembered. She'd awoken in a homely cabin. Particles of dust drifted through the air, highlighting the bright rays of sunlight streaming through a pair of windows. Comfortable furniture decorated the room. This was the place of her birth. It was here that she met her mama and her papa. It was here that Nessa became a person. She was twelve years old.

Ever since that time, her parents had loved and cared for her. They trained her, and guided her, and punished her when she erred. But always they acted with love. It was to these people that she owed her life, and Nessa was utterly loyal. If the need came for her to sacrifice her life for her village, then she would do so happily. For the leader of her village - her Kage - was her father. And for him she would do anything.

Loyalty. It all came back to loyalty. The life of a Ninja was one of stealth, deception, and betrayal. But only in part. For a Ninja is unshakably true to those whom she has sworn to. Thus it was with Nessa. Her Word was her Bond... if one could get her to give that Word.

On Nessa's fourth ever mission, she discovered that the clan had erred. They'd been given faulty information, and this deception led to orders which were not in the interest of the village. Those who provided this information to the clan paid with their lives, but it also put the Kage in an... uncomfortable situation. A powerful faction had been crossed, and so Nessa's service was given over in recompense. The service was for a limited time, and yet that time seemed to drag on and on.

And so Nessa had found herself sworn to a Fool. A man as vain as he was beautiful, as corrupted by vice as he was powerful. He was the ideal target - Nessa had trained since birth for the quiet removal of just this sort of man. But where before she was the silent stalker in the night, now she found herself playing the bodyguard. For years she watched this man, this Qin'ai, bumble through countless adventures. Always Nessa was the faithful sword at his side, the willing blade in the night. Eventually, as was his way, the man became caught up in an adventure so grand it threatened to envelope the entire world. And through this Nessa began to realize that the Fool she had guarded was not so foolish as he appeared. There was wisdom hidden there, cloaked beneath the shallow vice. Wisdom, and perhaps something else.

But these perceptions hardly mattered. Truly, nothing mattered aside from the Oath. Nessa would stand by this man's side until her contract ended. And then she would return home. This best served her village. This best served mother and father.

You speak of Honor?

Pah. Honor is nothing before Loyalty... and Nessa's loyalty would be absolute.

Honor was not a word that had much meaning to Steelthorn.

Not that she looked down on the concept, just that it wasn't something that played in her everyday life. You worked for food (either raising livestock, tilling fields, hunting, or scavenging), and you ate. That was life.

In fact, it wasn't so much that she became familiar with honor as she became familiar with a lack of it. When she first saw the careless cruelty of the Realm, set forth to massacre an entire settlement for little more reason than they could. When she saw those who thought 'Just following orders' was enough of an absolution that they couldn't be held accountable for atrocities committed at their hands. Bandits and assassins and demons and slavers.

If you asked Steelthorn to define honor, she probably couldn't. But she could see what a dishonorable person was and knew how to deal with them.

... Obedience.

The God-Emperor's Will is what created us, and what gives us purpose.  It must not... cannot... be denied.  Nothing... well, almost nothing... else matters.

Disobedience in the face of the God-Emperor brings only death, if you're lucky.

Emerald Strider hid a smile as Cynis V'Lin ranted at all who would listen, even as his prodigious resistance to drugs and poisons was slowly worn down by all the alcohol he had already imbibed.

A moment later, she stifled a laugh as V'Lin explicated on how his potential assassin's mockery impugned the honor of himself and House Cynis.  She shook her head, and, enjoying her own drink, was momentarily lost in thought.

Honor... it is nothing more than a word Dynasts use to puff themselves up.  I mean, look at this piece of offal.  He rants about his honor, yet, as the captain of this city's Guard, he let a known murderer go free, and did nothing to address the various indignities he and his family have inflicted upon the populace.

Not that I can say I'm any better, though.  I lie, steal, and kill, usually without a second thought.  At least I don't pretend I'm some sort of paragon, much less the 'honorable warrior' that V'Lin over there thinks he is.

As long as my sister and I survive, and I do not fail either the Grass Spiders or myself, that's enough for me.  And if I can bring the Realm down a notch or two in the process, so much the better.

The evaluation of a person’s trustworthiness and social status based on that individual’s espousals and actions. Honor is deemed exactly what determines a person’s character: whether or not the person reflects honesty, respect, integrity, or fairness. Accordingly, individuals are assigned worth and stature based on the harmony of their actions, code of honor, and that of the society at large.