04-05-2006, 06:49 AM
Ave!
We have finally come to the sad, concluding chapter of Miccus Asto's story. I do hope that you've enjoyed this rather "novel" approach.
"posted by Miccus Asto April AD61
I can’t believe it’s all over, that our long march, our victories, our slaughter have come to this.
This morning Boudicca whipped us into a frenzy from her chariot with impassioned and powerful words. She reminded us that we were fighting as free men, for lives free from Roman slavery. There is nothing in between. We stepped forward into the valley with gritted teeth and bared weapons, our hearts beating hard as if we were being punched in the chests. Behind us our peoples drew up to the high ground to watch our victory.
The Romans withheld their troops until we were nearly upon them and then they unleashed their javelins. Hundreds of us fell, but under the war blindness we charged on. It was horrific. The battlefield turned into a confused nightmare. The Romans enveloped us in tight formation as they advanced on us. They were like a plough turning over the hopes of our freedom. As the wind of our fortune changed direction some began to run and were ruthlessly hunted down by their cavalry. As we pulled back towards our folk on the high ground the Romans released their reserves and began the massacre. It was only by chance I found my family in the turmoil and confusion.
Shouts have gone out that Boudicca has fallen, killed by her own hand rather than succumb to the Romans butchers. We fled to the east leaving tens of thousands dead and dying. I have no idea what we are returning to. My farm, my lands, must be lost but at least we have our lives. I did think about killing myself. as Boudicca did. She is – she was - our leader and she set us an example even in dying. But I can’t leave my family alone in this wretched country. I see no other option than to discard my weapons and helmet in a river and assume the posture of the broken slave, me and my family. If we are going to survive then it will have to be as slaves. But where will we live? What will we do? Who will take us in and how can we live under someone's complete control when we have been free men of the Iceni?
We have lost everything. But Rome’s province of Britain remains."
Ave
M. Spedius Corbulo
We have finally come to the sad, concluding chapter of Miccus Asto's story. I do hope that you've enjoyed this rather "novel" approach.
"posted by Miccus Asto April AD61
I can’t believe it’s all over, that our long march, our victories, our slaughter have come to this.
This morning Boudicca whipped us into a frenzy from her chariot with impassioned and powerful words. She reminded us that we were fighting as free men, for lives free from Roman slavery. There is nothing in between. We stepped forward into the valley with gritted teeth and bared weapons, our hearts beating hard as if we were being punched in the chests. Behind us our peoples drew up to the high ground to watch our victory.
The Romans withheld their troops until we were nearly upon them and then they unleashed their javelins. Hundreds of us fell, but under the war blindness we charged on. It was horrific. The battlefield turned into a confused nightmare. The Romans enveloped us in tight formation as they advanced on us. They were like a plough turning over the hopes of our freedom. As the wind of our fortune changed direction some began to run and were ruthlessly hunted down by their cavalry. As we pulled back towards our folk on the high ground the Romans released their reserves and began the massacre. It was only by chance I found my family in the turmoil and confusion.
Shouts have gone out that Boudicca has fallen, killed by her own hand rather than succumb to the Romans butchers. We fled to the east leaving tens of thousands dead and dying. I have no idea what we are returning to. My farm, my lands, must be lost but at least we have our lives. I did think about killing myself. as Boudicca did. She is – she was - our leader and she set us an example even in dying. But I can’t leave my family alone in this wretched country. I see no other option than to discard my weapons and helmet in a river and assume the posture of the broken slave, me and my family. If we are going to survive then it will have to be as slaves. But where will we live? What will we do? Who will take us in and how can we live under someone's complete control when we have been free men of the Iceni?
We have lost everything. But Rome’s province of Britain remains."
Ave
M. Spedius Corbulo
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