Greetings to all who are loyal to Falton and the way of the Celts and Britons!
Many do not know me, as I have been observing events of late without drawing attention to my perusals. Let me introduce myself, I am Levi Covington of the kingdom of Buckingham, a kingdom not far to the north and west of this fair land of Falton. Many who live here have come to this fair land of Falton because of the excellent terrain, the beauty of the countryside, the pride and joy of the occupants who live here, the hospitality which is given freely to all, and many have also come solely because of the equitable, just and gracious Steward of these fair lands, Stryder.
May he and these lands be blessed!
Unlike many of you, however, I have not come to this region; I am OF this region. For you see, I am a Celt, a Briton, a member of the tribe of Buckingham and a cousin of one of the great leaders of the tribe of the Iceni, Chief Prasutagus. Many of you may have not heard of Prasutagus, but I am sure you have heard of his bride, Boudica.
Indulge me a bit as I explain the bravery and passion of the natives of this land. After the Roamans invaded the lands of the Celts, Prasutagus dealt peacefully with the Roamans and maintained a (mostly) peaceful coexistence with the vile, treacherous and lying devils. (Who among us can prove for sure those raids on the Roaman armories and stores were performed by the Iceni….or their allies? There are many wandering tribes in these lands who may have conducted those raids.)
Regardless, after a long and productive life, Prasutagus passed to the next world at the ripe old earthly age of 39 and left his wife and daughters to rule in his absence. However, the vile, treacherous, lying, abhorrent Roamans did not honor the will of the Chief, but treated his wife and daughters to punishments which will not be mentioned here.
Boudica was not a woman to be taken lightly, however…not like those soft, weak Roaman women. Boudica was a warrior’s wife and she and her daughters were Iceni…ICENI!!! They were Celts, Britons….warriors in their own right and manner. I know that word of their exploits have reached lands and tribes far and wide. I’m sure that this story is not unfamiliar to all of you. They and the many tribes they rallied pushed the Roamans back to their “civilized” capital, Londinium-the central hub from which they planned to overcome the native Celts and conquer our fair lands. Boudica and the army she led BURNED LONDINIUM TO THE GROUND and scattered the vile Roaman army far and wide, licking their wounds like the sorry dogs they are.
Unfortunately, despite being outnumbered, the Roamans regrouped and attacked the great, united Celtic army. Powerful catapults, hardened armor and highly trained Roaman legions overpowered the Iceni and the revolt was turned down. The remaining Iceni and their allies (among which the Buckingham are included) were forced to scatter to the outlands and the swamps….or fade in to the shadows for another day, another fight, another time to rise against the forces of tyranny and oppression seeking to squash the great pride of the Celts.
Brothers in arms, that time has come. This Roaman occupation must end. The land must be returned to a free and prosperous society; the Falton which we all knew and loved; the Falton which existed under the gracious and kind oversight of genteel Kings and Empresses of old.
Do not be intimidated by the “might of Roam,” my friends. We have trained, we have hardened our minds, our bodies and our wills, we have waited in the shadows, the swamps, the hills and caves for long enough. Rise, my friends, RISE to the cause of the pride of the Celts to which you have all been joined. The Roamans have whipped us, they have poisoned us with their “modern piping”, they have tortured and beat us (we all know of Quest Sean Mark’s wrist and trap of ice the Roamans laid for him), they have stolen our gold and they have stolen our honor.
Let us be emboldened by Quest Sean Mark’s people, the Scots. I have visited his fair land and my lovely bride is from his country (yes, I am married to a Scot….a woman of the hair of red!). The Scots are much like the Celts. Their hospitality is well known and generous. However, their bravery, their strength, the protection of their culture, their families and their pride is not something to be reckoned with. The Scots have a saying, my friends, “Love like a brother, fight like a brother.” Be encouraged, my brothers, we are in this together and we will succeed for the cause of the Celts and of Falton!
I stand with Quest Sean Mark, I stand with the Steward Stryder, I stand with our Sheriff, Dirk Williams.
Stand with me, brothers.
The joy of life is not to be quenched, but to be lived to the fullest; in freedom.
Very truly yours,
Levi Covington of Buckingham