[ WP ] For the citizens of Britain , exile to the continent is one of the most severe punishments imaginable .

My name is Sir Everard Keyes Catesby, 
 
 
 I write these notes so that others may continue our work, so that the promethean fire stolen from these self proclaimed gods is never extinguished. 
 
 
 Treason. 
 
 
 Above all other tenants in the empire's laws, treason was the most heinous of crimes. Only the desperate or the mad would talk of it and any more on top of that was a mortal foolishness. The web of her majesty's influence was wide. To defy the eternal empress was preposterous, unbecoming of a righteous citizen of her glorious reign. 
 
 
 Even so in smokey corners of gentleman's clubs of a more ill reputation defiance stirred. Wether it be the false courage of strong brandy and fine cigars or the emboldening effect of a whore on each arm, a restlessness stirred in those less blessed. Those less favoured of our lady's fairest reign or the churches ever expanding grasp. In these bold moments though is where our movement took hold. In these tiny grains of reckless resentment, we reforged a fastidious hatred for the hierarchs of our society. 
 
 
 The movement had a slow and ponderous start. Few in reality held the mettle for revolutionary work. Few held the fortitude to oppose those who no longer deserved power. Few held the righteous will rise against the eternal reign of a sovereign long since departed from sanity. Nevertheless we prospered. First we stood as a few errant aristocracy and descendants of once noble merchant lineages, capable in means but lacking in power. Soon statesmen and lawyers joined our ranks, men and women capable of manoeuvring our heady political landscape. Soon, in the undertow of our society, angry classes of less skilled folk began to dance to our tune. These vagrants were less knowledgeable, less skilled but swallowed by poverty, famine and more importantly rage. 
 
 
 And as our movement came about into swirling glorious life we were undone. What was to be our blazing signal to ignite the pyres of the old world was snuffed out before more than a spark could be coaxed. The organisation has been infiltrated in almost its entirety, those who had vast wealth had their accounts frozen, those who had assets had them seized and in the end we all walked I front of a justice in chains. 
 
 
 Those too poor to know any better were executed. Their anger at an unfair world silenced by rifle shot. But for those with a means of influence a darker punishment awaited. Stripped of our titles and our wealth, we will be left stumbling on the black continent. We will be transported to various reaches of a barbaric, filth ridden world. In a world where our citizenship will be easily noticed and quickly scoured. 
 
 
 It is worse than death. Stripped of our citizenship, we are nothing more than the outsiders we shall have to live amongst. By the time you are reading this, I shall have long been left of suffering. My body lying, broken in a ditch by someone of a barbarous tongue. Our deeds suppressed by an unforgiving monarch and forgotten by an uncaring public. But you will hold the torch of rebellion. You must carry on and enlighten others into a restlessness and start the phoenix of rebellion anew. 
 
 
 Yours faithfully, Sir Everard Keyes Catesby 

