Ye Auld and Grande Great Barrel of Glenfiddich

            In the year 978, faced with what appeared to be insurmountable odds, the high King of Boozonia Malcom MacMorris (the Unlucky) promised his men a barrel of Scotch large enough to swim in if they would deliver a victory unto him. The following battle against the combined armies of Nordland and Frozonia was long and bitter but at its end the Boozonians stood victorious and the enemy armies were shattered to the four winds. True to his word the King produced a barrel of Scotch that stood three Ells tall and two wide. Since that time the Grand Great Barrel has been a talisman of Boozonian victory, a sort of Ark of the Covenant to the Boozonian people.
           In the following six centuries each new King has refilled the Great Barrel with the finest Scotch to be found in all the land. Over the centuries the Barrel has served as the meeting place for the summer Wapinshaw, a battlefield icon, a place of famous last stands, new recruits are sworn in with one hand on a Bible and the other on the bung. It has fallen into enemy hands but three times, and each time was recovered before the enemy could draw even a drop of the precious fluid contained therein. It has become the heart of the Boozonian martial tradition.
          Mounted on a hand-crafted wagon charged with golden trim and drawn by the finest, strongest horse in all of Boozonia and teamstered by the most ferocious warrior in the land (currently Angus Hardface of the Clan MacLoughlin) the Boozonian army knows that they must perform the utmost acts of valor to be worthy of drawing a dram from the sacred barrel. To have the Great Barrel accompany an army is both an honor and a weighty charge. No one wants to be known as a soldier in the army that would let the Great Barrel be captured and everyone is proud to boast later on in life that they were there when the Great Barrel inspired them to victory.