Flames of Boudicca

“Andred, pagan goddess of the Iceni, kept her word…three victories were had in flames…when Camulodunum, Londinium and Verulamium burned…a great evil of our making came to those within their walls…we fought evil with a greater evil…vile were the atrocities committed against these innocents…for they were not legionnaires or mercenaries…but were merchants, old veterans, their wives and their children, ordinary citizens who bore no weapons against us…only cries for mercy…but we ignored their pleas and butchered them with utmost savagery…impaling many on wooden stakes driven into the ground…cutting the breasts off women and stuffing them into their mouths…raping young maidens and boys of their virginity…

At Camulodunum we raised the Temple of Claudius to the ground in which thousands had fled for sanctuary, where they succumbed to the smoke and flames or were slaughtered in their flight…none survived to tell of what we had done in Andred’s name. But this was mere war when compared to the fate suffered by Londinium…when every woman and child found alive within its walls were rounded up and herded like cattle into Andred’s grove in Epping forest…where they were sacrificed to the Goddess in a manner most cruel…their lifeforce drained from their bodies…their bodies violated in lewd lasciviousness; limbs and heads severed from their bodies…their flesh cooked and eaten in a drunken and drug crazed feast of mead and hallucinatory mushrooms…"


“Out of death came birth and I was reborn again and again…I lost track of the times I saw London burn…as Andred’s flames engulfed the land of my birth…of 122 AD when Rome still ruled, then four in Anglo-Saxon times and the medieval fires of 1133 and 1212…onward to the Great Fire of 1666…all at her behest…those that died were not Roman…they knew not Andred or her curse…yet they perished…innocent of any guilt…I prayed that this would end…as the centuries passed the evil continued unabated…but with diminished animosity for fewer died…even a single death was one too many…the Marian burnings, those at Burwell thee knows and aboard HMS Invincible in 1916…but there were others…the Exeter Theatre fire of 1887 when 186 perished…the Colney Hatch Asylum fire of 1903, 52 more women’s lives lost…all Andred’s evil work…”

“Out of death came birth and I was reborn again and again…I lost track of the times I saw London burn…as Andred’s flames engulfed the land of my birth…of 122 AD when Rome still ruled, then four in Anglo-Saxon times and the medieval fires of 1133 and 1212…onward to the Great Fire of 1666…all at her behest…those that died were not Roman…they knew not Andred or her curse…yet they perished…innocent of any guilt…I prayed that this would end…as the centuries passed the evil continued unabated…but with diminished animosity for fewer died…even a single death was one too many…the Marian burnings, those at Burwell thee knows and aboard HMS Invincible in 1916…but there were others…the Exeter Theatre fire of 1887 when 186 perished…the Colney Hatch Asylum fire of 1903, 52 more women’s lives lost…all Andred’s evil work…”


The once feared and proud Britain collapsed to the floor overcome with the grief and regret of centuries, of all the evil done in Boudicca's name – VICTORY; but with victory comes defeat, destruction and death. The tears for the dead flowed unabated, one for each soul lost to her pride, condemned by her hate and consumed by her passion. It was a pitiable sight to see this great warrior Queen debased before strangers.

The once feared and proud Britain collapsed to the floor overcome with the grief and regret of centuries, of all the evil done in Boudicca's name – VICTORY; but with victory comes defeat, destruction and death. The tears for the dead flowed unabated, one for each soul lost to her pride, condemned by her hate and consumed by her passion. It was a pitiable sight to see this great warrior Queen debased before strangers.