This is the story of an alternate Britain in which the rebellion by Celtic tribes was successful in expelling the Romans from the island.
"For the last two thousand years, the sorcerers of the Dark Isle have offered praise to only one mortal. Boudicca, Mother of the Britons, is a name holy to all inhabiting this particular wind-battered island off Valhe. From their celebrations of the Roman expulsion to the granting of religious sovereignty over the Dark Isle by the Red King, to today where they continue to attract international curiosity in their little corner of Europe, these deeply traditional and often secretive men and women see Boudicca as the one who gave them all they have, making her worthy of the title God on Earth. “Without her, we would all have surely perished beneath the foot of Christ,” said the monk Shannen Árán before the University of Bringwilith. Certainly all Britannia owes its history to her.
When the banner of Rome was torn from the towers of Londinnium, it would be the last time that a foreign flag flew over the island, and it was she who led the armies which did it. From there would sprout everything else; the murder of Boudicca, the thousand year struggle to unite the isle, the gradual birth of the Nine Nations and the naming of the first Crown’s Hand, the magnificence unlocked by the Flowering, the struggle against the spread of Rome’s authority, the Empire and its altruistic end, the shame of White Britannia and the Storm War, and the vibrant, sometimes chaotic democracy of today. It all began on that day in 61AD, amid the ruins of Londinnium, with the proclamation of the First Realm and crowning of Boudicca to craft a lineage which continues to our time. If, by the magic the sorcerers insist remains obedient to them, the First Queen could visit today, what would she make of it? The mighty port at Doska, the mosques marking every town and village, the great towers in the heart of vast Londinnium where she only knew a village, the airports and ancient railways, the sprawling war cemetery at Bàsachadh, or the gargantuan Palace of Angels, which she could have lived to see in her own time. Would she be overjoyed, upset, frightened? Either way, why should we care? The answer is simple; because we are her. We are what she chose to become."
- B. Bmeadhran, Britannia and Boudicca (MacMahon Publishing, Londinnium, 2011), pp.1.