The Cymri are the descendants of refugees of the sack of Troy who fled to the island to found a new land and destiny. Their founder, Brutus, drove out the native savages and Giants, forcing them into the harsh highlands of The North. The Cymri established a close relationship with the faerie courts and local gods and soon came to give the lands and features of their new home proper and true Names. When Rome came with their roads and walls, the British Cymri became a vassal people; working in cooperation with their Roman “masters”. When Rome fell, it was a Briton; Constantin, who rallied British soldiers in defense of The Isle from Picts, Irish and Saxon raiders. Ever since, the Cymri have been the dominant culture of Britain. It is only recently, thanks to Duke Vortigern, that they have been forced to concede the southern realms of Sussex and Kent to Saxon interlopers.
The common people. Hard-working, serious minded folk who do their best for family and nation.
The upright people of this island, proud of their heritage and abilities, but not arrogant. Their culture has provided a stable and good way of life for centuries and shall endure forever. They manifest a quiet certainty regarding their quality and way of life as being the best, but without being dogmatic or insistent―the fact that “everyone” is like them proves the point.
The first established Christian Church. Before Saint Peter in Rome, Joseph of Arimathea founded his church in Britain. With him, he bore The Holy Grail; the most sacred of sacred relics, for it held the blood of our savior.
A religion born on respect for the land and its resident powers, whose our ancestors have worshipped for countless generations. We shall not abandon our traditions for a dead and foreign God.
Descendants of the Milesians. Fierce and proud people of Eire (The Emerald Isle) unconquerable and independent. They love life and “live life to the fullest”. They have expanded their reach onto the British Isles in the kingdoms of Estregales and Dal Riada.
Intensely passionate people. Quick to love and to hate. Quite entertaining and welcome at most courts due to their skill in performing arts.
Serious and introspective people. Fiercely loyal and concerned with the well-being of family and clan. We seek to live in harmony with the world, whether good or ill.
Saint Patrick brought the seed from Joseph of Arimathea’s Church and planted it in our Emerald soil. It has sprouted and flowered like a beautiful flower, driving out ignorance and superstition.
Our Gods our in our Earth, Sky and Sea. We have lived in love and harmony with them for ages and will not forsake them for a fleeting foreign creed.
The Picts are the terrifying and mysterious indigenous tribes of The Isles. Some say they sprang from the soil and the very rocks. Others say they are the progeny of beast and demon. They are the enemy of civilization and progress. They view such things as farming and houses as stains on the soil of the Great Mother. They are extremely numerous, as they are not constrained by the more formal marriage of Christianity or the still comparatively conservative sexual rituals of modern Pagans. They rut like beasts and multiply without constraints and are thus a constant threat to the “soft” southern lands.
Slavering barbarians, opposed to all that defines modern living. A constant threat, and bogeyman to naughty children.
Independent, pure and noble. Holding to the true ancient ways. True stewards of the earth and air.
Nature is our mother and master. Everything must be done to live in harmony with her. To do different is to awaken her wrath, which no man, spirit or God can withstand.
Centuries ago these Islands were conquered and civilized by the all powerful Rome. They exerted their power over the entire island of Britian, indeed nearly the whole world. Then, through decadence and incompetence, the Empire collapsed entirely, except for one small corner of its domain; Britain. These are the direct descendants of the ruling classes and they know it. They reside almost exclusively in the cities they founded an defended from the Pict and Irish uprisings.
Upper-class snobs. Arrogant and spoiled. They are the ruling class and they know it. The equites -the predecessors to modern Knights-do shoulder their responsibilities of protecting the lower classes, however.
It is essential to maintain our image as the ruling class, however it is still our responsibility to shepherd and protect those lesser plebeians, if only for the stability of the State.
We are the scions of Rome and Rome is the home of our Mother Church, founded by Jesus’ favorite apostle; Saint Peter. We follow the mandate of the Bishops of England and through them; the Pope, the holiest of us all.
It is said that Saxons were created from the trees by their gods. They walked with and interbred with their gods in order to ally against a the Giants who roamed the earth. The gods divided their children into tribes in order to foster competition and strength. The Saxons are one of these tribes. The Jutes and Angles are their brothers and rival tribes. All three were driven from their homeland by the Danes and so they have come to the shores of Britain over the last several generations in search of a new home.
Big, lumbering brutes. They only understand violence and use it to get what they want with impunity.
Strong and independent. Naturally superior, not willing to bow to the inferior and decadent islanders.
We worship a pantheon of gods, ruled by Wotan, the all-father and Seax; God of sword and battle. They have guided us in peace and war. Their blood runs in our veins and it would be folly to abandon such strength.
Some very few Saxons have converted to Christianity. The God of the victors is obviously the God of Victory and it is only sensible to bow to victory. Many conversions do eventually prove to be skin deep, however.