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"We, the most distant dwellers upon the earth, the last of the free, have been shielded...by our remoteness and by the obscurity which has shrouded our name...Beyond us lies no nation, nothing but waves and rocks."
The above words by the Pictish chief Calgacus are recorded by the Roman enemy in the words of Tacitus and are a perfect example of the obscurity and legendary status held by the Picts almost 2,000 years ago.
PICTISH NATION
Welcome to the home of Verica Cruithni! When I was taken hostage by Clan Niafer, their war chief Dobhar claimed me as his prize. In my own land I was a princess, but among the Irish I was little more than slave. Now I have returned to Pictland to reclaim my rightful place!
The journey takes me traveling through many different places in Celtia.
"Verica!" comes the soft call. "Remember."
Manannan's voice. I remember!
Tarain trails after me as I leap up and rush down to the sea, laughing and crying. There! He rides his silver chariot, drawn by the white-maned steed of foam and brine. I dance lightly, flying over the rocks, and throw my arms out to welcome his wild and misty embrace. The giant wave that carries him to shore smashes against my body, knocking me to my knees. Blinded by the spray of saltwater, I reach out and feel my fingers tangled in seaweed as the great wave recedes with a sigh.
Resting in the palm of my hand is the black stone that holds a thousand rainbows - lost, and once more found!
A thunderous crash, Manannan's laughter, and suddenly the world whirls away.
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Alba
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