Sack of Londinium by Boudica's forces
The city of Londinium is being sacked by Boudica's rebel forces, with its Roman inhabitants fleeing in terror as buildings burn and warriors strike down those who resist. Boudica leads her army throug
Setting
The main thoroughfare of Londinium, a bustling Roman trading center now engulfed in chaos. The street is lined with burning buildings, their wooden structures collapsing into the road. Smoke billows into the sky, obscuring the view of the surrounding area. The once orderly market stalls are overturned, their goods scattered and trampled.
Characters
Boudica
primary
A tall, powerfully built woman in her mid-30s with flame-red hair falling in wild braids past her shoulders. Her pale skin is streaked with woad paint in swirling battle patterns, and her piercing blue eyes burn with righteous fury. Muscular arms bear old scars from previous battles.
Roman Merchant
primary
A middle-aged man of Mediterranean descent with a stocky build, his olive skin glistening with sweat from the heat of burning buildings. His dark brown eyes are wide with panic, and his short-cropped black hair is disheveled. A neatly trimmed beard frames his square jaw, now streaked with soot.
Slave
secondary
A middle-aged man of slight but wiry build, with sun-darkened Mediterranean skin and short, tightly curled black hair. His face bears the permanent marks of a life of servitude—deep lines around his eyes and mouth, and a faint scar across his left cheekbone. His hands are calloused from years of labor.
Iceni Warrior
secondary
A battle-hardened warrior in his late twenties, with a muscular build from years of combat training. His face is smeared with blue woad paint in intricate tribal patterns, and his long, unkempt hair is tied back with a leather strap. His arms bear scars from previous battles, and his eyes burn with fierce determination.
Child
background
A young Roman child, around 5 years old, with a small and fragile build. The child has short, curly brown hair and large, frightened brown eyes. Their face is smudged with dirt and ash from the surrounding fires, and their cheeks are streaked with tears.
Dialog
Boudica
By Andraste's spear! See how the she-wolf's pups flee before us!
Roman Merchant
Per Jovem! My goods—my silver! Mercy, noble queen!
Boudica
Mercy? As Rome showed my daughters? Let the flames teach you justice!
Iceni Warrior
The granary burns, Queen! Shall we spare nothing?
Boudica
Not one brick upon another! Let Londinium feed the crows as we fed on Roman scorn!
Roman Merchant
σῶσόν με! I have... I have contacts in Camulodunum!
Iceni Warrior
Hah! Your Roman gold burns as bright as straw now!