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    Prelude: The Heart of Darkness
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    Rumoured to be ancient servants of the Old Ones, descendants of fierce Norse warrior women and more, the mighty Amazons live in scattered tribes across the jungle continent of Lustria. As warlike as the tales would have it, they live to make war and sacrifice their enemies to Rigg, their berserker goddess of war.

    Foreign invaders speak of a people where there are no men. This is not surprising, as they invariably only meet the Amazons on the battlefield. In fact, Amazons are born into both sexes just like in the Old World. However, no self-respecting Amazon Matriarch would drag her weak males into combat. Instead, the menfolk are kept safe and secure under the watchful guard of the shieldmaidens. There they engage in menial tasks more suited to their constitution and intellect. And, of course, they may aspire to the greatest honour a man can earn: participating in the Serena Ritual, the great feast to the goddess of fertility – the one time of the year Amazon women are permitted to lay with their menfolk.

    Unknown to most outsiders, the Queen of the Amazons rules from the ancient city of Genaina. This Old One ruin lies on Amazon Island at the mouth of the mighty Amaxon River and ought to be the beating heart of their civilization. However, as darkness encroaches upon Lustria, the tribes drift apart and villages lose contact with each other, leaving them open to predation by lizardmen, Miyan and... external evils.

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    Amazon Island with the capital city of Ganaina, in white

    In 1997, by the Imperial Reckoning, centuries of Old World encroachment come to a head when Tilean adventurers invade and enslave dozens of villages around the mouth of the Amaxon and the outlying islands. With no time to raise her armies, the Amazon Queen Thalestris engages the invaders accompanied by no more than her small bodyguard. They manage to drive the interlopers away, but the queen pays for it with her life. Satisfied with their bounty, the Tileans happily return with their slaves to the Old World.

    Those of weak will proclaim that The End is here. The Throne of Rigg will surely crumble before the great goddess can return to reclaim it. However, where some see doom, others see opportunity. One of these is a proud Amazon noblewoman: Lyssa of the Anakonda clan. Ostensibly to save her people, the young woman embarks upon a quest to unite the Amazon tribes.

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    Nearly three years after she set out on her mission, Lyssa is crowned Queen of the Amazons at the Temple of Karra in Ganaina, in the year 2000. Over the next decade, through inspiring words, cunning and boldness she unites the Amazon villages of Amaxon Bay under her rule. However, this is but a sliver of the mighty jungles of Lustria...

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    Northern Lustria in 2010, with Amazonia in green on the northern coast. At the northern edge of the map is Ulthuan, ancestral home of the elves. Across the Great Ocean to the east lies the Old World of vile and greedy men

    By the year 2010, the Amazons of the Tarantula Coast to the east still have not heeded Queen Lyssa's call. Other independent tribes are scattered along the length of the Amaxon River and elsewhere: The Jaguar clan of Tunsuca, halfway up the Amaxon – who worship Serena, the serpent goddess of fertility, above other gods. The Amazons of the Qurveza river, far to the south – who command strong magic and rule over diminutive Miyan in harmony.

    Deeper in the jungle, inscrutable lizardmen cling to their ancient cities. Along the northern coast and elsewhere, Miyan halflings hold no love for the Amazons and dedicate themselves to their ravenous and bloodthirsty deity.

    More disconcerting, foreigners have taken control of the islands off the coast of Lyssa's new realm. Tilean pirates roam free from their ports on Xocbiki, Tabazco and the Island of Sacrifices – known as the Triad; Kavana in the Amazon tongue. On the island of Tecnotica – the one which ignorant Old Worlders call 'Columbo's Island' – a foul undead beast holds sway. Already 30 years old, the queen's work has only just begun... will she be up to the task?

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    Queen Lyssa, ten years after her coronation. She is more of a lover than a fighter...


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    Encyclopedia Amazonia
    A brief overview of places and characters in this AAR. The cast list has been arranged by year, so you can avoid spoilers. Click the Spoiler buttons below to view.
    Lustria
    The southern continent in the New World. A near-impenetrable jungle whose fabled lost cities have lured many an adventurer to their doom. Here the Lizardmen live in the shadows of the Old Ones' crumbling temple-cities, defending them against anyone who dare trespass. Scattered tribes of warlike Amazons and cannibalistic Miyan halflings also worship the Old Ones in their own ways. Large rivers like the Amaxon and Qurveza rivers cut through the jungle, but the fickle currents and dangerous beasts that dwell in them can make these expressways just as deadly as the jungle.

    Ulthuan
    Lying midway between the Old and New world, the island of Ulthuan is home to the High Elf Kingdom. They mostly stay aloof to the affairs of lesser races.

    Naggaroth
    An icy wasteland in the northern part of the New World, ruled over by the exiled Dark Elves and their Witch King while they plot to conquer Ulthuan once and for all.

    The Old World
    A strange land far to the east of Lustria, where men rule as kings and emperors (so so many emperors!)

    Temple-Cities
    Lustria is home to the wondrous cities of the Old Ones. Most of them have been destroyed, but the lizardmen still live in their shadows. Those that remain intact, deep within the jungle, are independent realms in their own right. In addition to mighty cities like Itza and Tlaxtlan, many lesser lizardman domains exists as well. The lizardmen and their slann masters might all serve the Old Ones, but they often disagree, creating a patchwork of rival states.

    Amazonia
    Centred around Amazon Island and the capital of Genaina (Ganaina in this mod and AAR), the Amazon realm is a loose collection of tribes ruled by matriarchs who in turn swear fealty to the Queen of Amazonia. She rules from Ganaina as custodian of Rigg's throne, waiting for the day when the great goddess will return and lead the Amazons to glory.

    Ganaina
    The capital of Amazonia and home to the royal palace and the grand temple that holds Rigg's Shrine. Once an Old Ones city, it is by far the largest settlement in the realm.

    Nalixo
    Traditionally ruled by the Anakonda clan, the Nalixo domain commands the right bank of the Amaxon. This and its proximity to Ganaina makes it one of the most influential realms.

    Tetla and Cuauhlotl
    Ruled by the Xenara and Pythona clans respectively, these domains accepted Lyssa as their ruler even before she was crowned queen. They are more remote than the other domains but produces many hardy warriors.

    Mamazo
    Traditionally ruled by the illustrious Pantheros clan. Like Nalixo it is close to Ganaina which has made its rulers influential in the capital.

    Quetzlpan
    A name for all the outlying islands that surround Amaxon Bay, this domain has little prestige compared to the others. United by the Toucana clan into one domain, its warriors have gained great renown for their bravery and skill with the war canoe.

    Kavana
    Variously known as the Three Spirits, Triad Islands, Three Islands, this domain was depopulated by slavers and taken over by pirates led by Pirate Queen Elena Marle. What few Amazons remain have fled into the deepest jungles.

    Tecnotica
    Known as Colombo's Island to the invaders from the Old World, the Amazons here have been enslaved by a vile vampire.

    Starting cast
    Lyssa Anakonda - Queen of the Amazons. Rose to power during the interregnum following the death of Queen Thalestris in the Great Raid.

    Maya Anakonda - Lyssa's oldest daughter. Spoiled and self-indulgent, she is not like most Amazons.

    Inanna Anakonda - Quick to anger and slow to think, Inanna's only passion is hitting things in the head with a big club.

    Phaedra Anakonda - As the youngest of the three royal siblings, Phaedra has a strong desire to prove herself.

    Calypso Toucana - The Matriarch of the Quetzlpan archipelago. Called the "Jaguar of the Sea" she is a formidable warrior.

    Belyse Pantheros - Matriarch of Mamazo. Loves drinking even more than she does grabbing wealth and power for herself.

    Tisiphone Xenara - Matriarch of Tetla. One of the first to swear fealty to Queen Lyssa, Tisiphone has become disillusioned with her rule.

    Concordia Pythona - Matriarch of Cuauhlotl. She believes Amazons should be temperate and avoid excess. Thus she not a fan of Lyssa.

    Harmothoe - Chief Priestess of Rigg's Shrine and therefore head of the Amazon Sisterhood. A warmonger first, holy woman second.

    Louis - The ancient vampire lord of Technotica. Driven away, but an evil presence lingers on the island still...

    Elena Marles - Pirate Queen of Tresislas, three holy islands conquered from the Amazons after the Great Raid.

    Charles LeChuck - "Vampire King" of the sunken city of Zarmuda, known to Old Worlders as Monkeigh Island. Defeated by Elena Marles, but managed to escape, no doubt plotting his revenge.

    New faces (2010-2029)
    Quiauhxochuatzin - "Quihuatzin" for short. At first glance merely a humble halfling slave, captured when the Amazons conquered her home. Ambition and intelligence burn brightly in her eyes, however.

    Fak Anakonda - Smart, beautiful and strong... but unfortunately a male and thus simply a great disappointment to Lyssa, his mother.

    Azu (the Elder) - Once steward to Concordia, Azu switched allegiance to queen Lyssa when her mistress became ill and died.

    Azu (the Younger) - Even more talented than her mother Azu the Elder, she becomes an important part of Lyssa's ruling council.

    Kriemhild - A promising member of Lyssa's bodyguard who has a lot more tactical acumen than she first lets on.

    Cassiopeia - An intensely suspicious and perpetually worried woman, she takes over as the queen's spymaster.

    New horizons (2030-2039)

    Tanya - Succeeds Harmothoe as Chief Priestess and is infinitely more cooperative. She is also one of the wisest women in the Sisterhood.

    Anumeha - An Amazon noblewoman who gets a bit too honest when she drinks. It takes a decade or so for Lyssa to forget her insults.

    Valli - Becomes spymaster after Cassiopeia is murdered when she discovers a plot orchestrated by Louis of Technotica. Not very noteworthy, Lyssa can barely remember her name...

    Calypso II Toucana - Becomes Matriarch of Quetzlpan when her mother is killed in battle. A woman of great battle prowess and great appetites like her mother.

    Kåre Anakonda - Inanna's first child and a crushing disappointment what with the pressure Lyssa is putting on her to sire an heir. He is quickly sacrificed to the gods.

    Ixchel - A member of Inanna's bodyguard who consoles her mistress after Lyssa disappears. The two become lovers.

    Parthenia the Wicked - Independent matriarch of Teuninochacal. She fights a merciless war against Lyssa, one that costs Calypso Toucana her life.

    New generations (2040-2050)
    Olariche - Becomes spymaster during the regency. Rewarded with Fort Xocibiki, she becomes a close ally of Azu and Azu.

    Valesca - Captain of the queen's bodyguard.

    Andre - Leader of a cult of Amazon males revering the cruel god of the deep: Stromfels. He lead a massive uprising of the male population of Kavana.

    Tiziana - An aspiring pirate who had the misfortune of arriving in Lustria just before Lyssa expelled the pirates from Kavana. Enslaved she was put to use as an interpreter and later became involved in trade between Amazons and foreigners.

    Melandra Pantheros - Matriarch of Mamazo. Oldest daughter of Belyse Pantheros. Inherited her mother's realm, hedonism and desire to get a fancier title.

    Tisiphone II Xenara - Matriarch of Tetla. Just a child when her mother dies, but still continues the Xenara tradition of scheming against Queen Lyssa.

    Pragya - Chosen to administrate one of the Kavana islands, she desires to become a matriarch but is too timid to openly challenge the queen.

    Coatopoxt - Being from a noble family counts for little when you're a halfling in Amazonia. However, Azu the Younger recognized her intelligence and managed to get her inducted into the Amazon Sisterhood.



    Table of Contents
    Introduction (OOC and gameplay info)
    Chapter 1: The Jaguar of the Sea (2013)
    Chapter 2: For the Glory of Rigg (2014)
    Chapter 3: Roused to Greatness (2015)
    Chapter 4: Unity by the Grace of Rigg (2015)
    Chapter 5: Rite of Passage (2016)
    Chapter 6: Decadence and Dynasty (2017-2018)
    Chapter 7: Tapestry of Treason (2018-2019)
    Chapter 8: The Queen's Trial (2019)
    Chapter 9: Prosperity through Procrastination (2019-2021)
    Chapter 10: The Drowned (2021)
    Chapter 11: A Taste for Conquest (2021-2022)
    Chapter 12: Rigg Wills It (2022)
    Chapter 13: Revere the Queen, Expel the Pirates (2023)
    Chapter 14: Closing the Circle (2023-2024)
    Chapter 15: Root and Branch (2025)
    Chapter 16: The Circle of Death (2025)
    Chapter 17: One's Due (2026)
    Chapter 18: A Whole Wide World (2026)
    Chapter 19: Anchor (2026)
    Chapter 20: Fire and Ice (2026-2027)
    Chapter 21: Foreign Bounty (2027-2028)
    Chapter 22: An Unexpected Welcome (2029)
    Chapter 23: Forgotten No More (2029)
    Chapter 24: An Abundant Display (2029-2030)
    Chapter 25: A Worthy Foe? (2030)
    Chapter 26: The Wind of Righteousness (2030-2031)
    Chapter 27: The City of Ghosts (2032)
    Chapter 28: Brought to a Close (2033)
    Chapter 29: Torpor (2033-2034)
    Chapter 30: The Empty Throne (2034-2036)
    Chapter 31: Upheaval (2036-2039)
    Chapter 32: A Confluence of Conspiracy (2039)
    Chapter 33: The Mighty Amaxon Provides (2039)
    Chapter 34: Legacy of the Old Ones (2039)
    Chapter 35: The Apple (2039)
    Chapter 36: In Deep (2040)
    Chapter 37: Treading Familiar Ground (2040-2041)
    Chapter 38: The City of Echoes (2041)
    Chapter 39: Put Down (2041-2042)
    Chapter 40: Mother of the Realm (2042)
    Chapter 41: Blood on the Water (2042)
    Chapter 42: Rigg's Mercy (2042)
    Chapter 43: Pleasures of Persuasion (2042-2043)
    Chapter 44: On Oppressive Ground (2043)
    Chapter 45: The Next Generation (2044)
    Chapter 46: Due Consideration (2044)
    Chapter 47: Internal Conflict (2044)
    Chapter 48: Defiance (2044)
    Chapter 49: Blessing of the Old Ones (2044)





     
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    Introduction (OOC & Introduction)
  • Introduction
    Thank you all for the kind replies! It's been a while, but CK2 has sucked me back in. I've had this mod sitting around for a long time, and just wanted to give it a go. After being confused by all the new concepts for a while, I was fascinated by the depth of the mod and how the leader I had ended up with didn't seem like a typical Amazon.

    Warhammer Amazons seem to have gotten different and contradictory treatments over the years. As far as I can tell their original incarnation was rooted in lore that has since been retconned out. As such I'll endeavour to portray the Amazons according to how they're realized in the mod. That means they won't be woman-only immortals. The jury's still out on the lasguns...

    I'll be playing an old version of the game and the mod for save game compatibility reasons. Hopefully it won't negatively impact the experience. Warhammer: Geheimnisnacht is the only mod I'll be using. All DLC up to and including Way of Life are in operation, except Sunset Invasion (if anyone invades Not!Europe it'll be us!) and Horse Lords (not sure if that has any impact. We ride jaguars and lizards anyway...)

    For those who are unfamilar with the Amazons in the mod, here's a quick rundown
    - Tribal government (never tried this)
    - No marriage (this has been the hardest thing to get used to for me!)
    - All the men are basically imprisoned and can't have any jobs or titles
    - They can raid and declare flower wars to capture sacrifices (for the glory of Rigg!)

    I'll try to explain lore things as I go. If anything is confusing or you think I should explain more general Warhammer universe lore, let me know!

    A novel idea to play both in the new world and not as the Amazons. subbed
    Are you insinuating that Lyssa is not a proper Amazon? :D

    I'm VERY interested in this. I've tried the Amazons out, and it always seemed limited in what you could do with them (at least in previous versions of the game). Definitely going to sub here.
    I will endeavour to try and make it interesting, even if I'm still on an old version! Thanks!

    Well this looks like a fine idea.
    Thank you for the vote of confidence. Time will tell!

    Great concept. Nice start. Personally, I wouldn't mind being a lost explorer in the jungle assuming kindness would be bestowed upon me once contact was made. :p

    Looking forward to more. Should be fun.
    Cheers!
    I can assure you that you will be shown the kindness of a well-protected stockade and later being sacrificed on Rigg's altar! Truly an honour!

    I'm excited for more!
    I'll endeavour to do something like weekly updates. First proper chapter coming soon!
     
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    Chapter 1
  • Chapter 1: The Jaguar of the Sea

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    01.09.2012
    The normally boisterous court of Queen Lyssa of the Amazons falls quiet. The young nobles and totem warriors that form the queen's inner circle gather around and mutter amongst each other as the unexpected guest arrives with her entourage. The ceremonial armour she wears reveals firm abs that echo her reputation for toughness. Matriarch Calypso of the Northern Islands marches with decisive steps, the crowd deferentially giving way for her. Commanding the strongest fleet of any Amazon leader, the hook-nosed woman is a renowned raider and holds power to rival that of Queen Lyssa herself.

    “They say she is the greatest commander of this generation,” the onlookers whisper in reverent tones. “Has she come to raid Amazon Island itself?” others wonder in awe at the sheer audacity.

    The crowd parts and before the Matriarch is revealed the queen herself. While her features are elegant and almost delicate compared to her visitor, lithe and hard muscles on her bare arms dispel any doubt that the ruler is merely a beautiful flower. Clad in a flowing, white dress and carrying the royal headdress bearing the Eye of Rigg on her head, the queen lounges languidly in her throne.

    Lyssa offers the proud warrior a winning smile: “The Jaguar of the Sea! To what do I owe this pleasure?”

    The black tattoo that makes Calypso's mouth seem like great maw crook into a smirk as she cannot help but be flattered by the queen's praise. Recalling her mission, she hardens her mien and says firmly: “Infidels and abominations stalk our lands, bringing with them disease and acting like an open invitation for foreigners to defile our holy places. I have heard of your exploits, but it has been fifteen years since the assassination of Queen Thalestris and still the unworthy squat on our land. Has the great queen grown soft and pampered, content to merely feast and drink in her great hall?”

    Around her the room is filled with shocked gasps at the matriarch's outrageous words. Women on both sides reach for their weapons and look to the queen to gauge her reaction.

    Lyssa lazily taps her cheek, observing her rude guest calmly. Meeting the insult with a smile, she chuckles: “And here I thought there was no greater gourmand among our people than Calypso of Quetzlpan! Alas, it seems none of my chefs can match yours...” The queen winks, then sits upright on her throne: “With that in mind, I would not be averse to lend you my aid. What is your proposal?”

    Surprised by the queen's reversal, Calypso tries to figure out if she was just insulted back or flattered. Giving up, she takes a breath and returns to her plan: “On the island of Tecnotica, an undead creature has subjugated my people. It calls itself a 'Necrarch' and commands dread magic, bringing back the bodies of fallen shieldmaidens to defend its lair. If you are truly the queen you claim to be, you will help free my tribesmen from this beast!”​

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    Tecnotica in blue, on the Tarantula Coast at the edge of Amazonia

    “Matriarch Calypso,” the queen says thoughtfully. “The tales of your exploits are legendary. I hear you have brought your raiders east and west – that you have even set foot in the ruins of Zarmuda. I would happily join my warband to yours and destroy this disgusting tick!”

    Calypso seems to consider the queen for a moment, before nodding: “If you are true to your word I will gladly follow you as my queen.”

    “Your ships will certainly be of great use...” Lyssa muses, her mind already racing with the possibilities this opens up. “Now! Let us celebrate our future victories with a feast.” She leans forward on her throne with a devious smile: “Perhaps my kitchens can satisfy the great Jaguar of the Sea after all!”​

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    In late 2012, Queen Lyssa gathers the strongest matriarchs of the Amaxon Bay Amazons, asking them to fight under her banner to drive out the those that stain Amazon lands.

    Foremost among them is Calypso of the Toucana clan, Princess of the Northern Islands by virtue of her strong fleet. In addition to Olquetzchihuitl on the Tarantula Coast, she also holds dominion over the islands of Yukka and Quetzl, together known as Quetzlpan – “the Land Rising from the Sea”. She is rightfully proud of her power, but jovial and lavish about it rather than overbearing.

    There is also chieftess Belyse of Mamazo on the western shore of the bay, who reluctantly agrees in hope of easy plunder and greater status for little effort. Tisphone of Tetla considers herself – perhaps with some justification – a much better leader than Queen Lyssa and simply sees an opportunity to come one step closer to taking over the throne. Finally, the paranoid Concordia of the Pythona clan has so far rebuffed the queen, but now heeds Lyssa's call in order to protect her small tribe against the danger the foreigners pose.

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    The Matriarchs under Queen Lyssa's rule

    Carried on Calypso's ships, the Amazon warhost lands on the shores of Tecnotica. Catching the foul vampire off guard, Lyssa's forces smash through its hastily summoned undead horrors. The shambling horde is greatly outnumbered by the living – and rather than be frightened, the Amazon warriors are emboldened by the queen's insistence that they free their departed sisters from their torment.

    Louis the Necrarch watches his minions crumble before the might of the Amazon army from his mountain spire vantage point. Reasoning that the centuries worth of knowledge and research he has accumulated is more important than some temporal domain, the vampire calmly decides to turn tail and flee.

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    13.06.2013
    Over the last months, the Amazons had scoured the island, destroying every reminder of its former undead overlord. Defiled holy places had been restored, the dead properly buried and incantations made to prevent them rising again. Now, a small Amazon warband stands resolutely among the jungle trees – and undergrowth that nearly obscures a small fissure in a verdant cliff face.

    “We are certain the beast itself has fled into these caves, your highness.” Tatiana is a very muscular woman, even for an Amazon, and the vengeful commander is almost quivering with bloodlust now. “We will follow your lead and pursue it to its destruction!”

    Leaning back on her palanquin, the queen seems to consider the unassuming crack in the rock. Even a slender huntress would struggle to slip inside, much less a host of burly Amazon jaguar warriors.

    “The locals say these caves run for miles under this mountain,” the queen says patiently. “We can barely squeeze through one by one in the dark. Getting lost in a labyrinth is no fitting end for a proud warrior. The creature will undoubtedly lure us all into traps, picking off one after the other...”

    Lyssa observes the doubt in her commander's face. This queen will not end up like Queen Thalestris, leaving the Amazon tribes in chaos and ripe for invasion and enslavement. Short-sighted and short-tempered as she is, Tatiana might see this as cowardice – but is it not more cowardly to sacrifice one's people on the altar of glory? Besides, the campaign had kept her away from her palace for months... Here one cannot find a comfy feather bed – and no beautiful males, eager to please, waiting in it. Lyssa sighs at the thought, before fixing Tatiana with a firm look: “I will not allow my warriors to throw their lives away when there are bigger battles yet to be fought. Infidels still hold a dagger to our heart, occupying on the Triad Islands.”

    Seeing the begrudging agreement in Tatiana's eyes, the queen turns to the priestess in her entourage: “Harmothoe, consecrate the area around this entrance and leave a warning that even this foul beast will understand: If it leaves its pitiful hole in the ground, Queen Lyssa of the Amazons will slay it with her own bare hands!”​

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    Despite her people's misgivings, Queen Lyssa's warning seems effective. In coming years, the wards around the cave will remain undisturbed and it is assumed that the vampire either perished or understood and accepted Lyssa's ultimatum. In return for swearing loyalty to Queen Lyssa, Princess Calypso is granted dominion over the island, making her mistress of all the four Northern Islands.

    This is not the only place in Lustria where the undead are experiencing setbacks. In the fertile Gwangee Valley, the powerful Amazon matriarch Parvati has already driven out the vampiric forces of the jade vampire Sha'shala, the Grand Generaless, in late 2012. Said to have come all the way from Cathay, the ancient beast overplayed its hand when it encroached on the hunting grounds that supplied the Tunsuca court's extravagant feasts.

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    Chieftess Parvati did not seize the valley for herself, but rather allowed her allies to rule it independently

    That is not to say that the undead threat has been dealt with. To the east, the lords of the night still hold the Vampire Coast. Furthermore, among the ruins of the sunken city of Zarmuda, north of Amazonia, a foul villain has risen to rule over a motley crew of pirate scum and zombie minions...

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    Chapter 2
  • Chapter 2: For the Glory of Rigg

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    As the year 2013 comes to a close, Queen Lyssa is taking a well-deserved break after wresting Tecnotica from its vampiric master. When she rouses herself to action once more, however, her next move is not to bring battle to the vile pirates of the Triad Islands. Not only are the pirates well entrenched, they have brought with them crude staves that belch fire and rock throwers that can crush a great war canoe in a single hit. Therefore, Lyssa reasons that succeeding in this endeavour will require the favour of the gods – and mighty Rigg only blesses those that prove themselves with blood.

    Further up the Amaxon River from Ganaina, on its right bank, lies the small lizardman domain of Pircaro. Hidden in the Piranha Swamps, it hardly compares to the likes of mighty Tlaxtlan and Xlanhuapec. Regardless, potential sacrifices in mud huts are just as much potential sacrifices as those living in temple cities. More importantly, it is isolated and vulnerable...

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    The High Chiefdom of Pircaro, south-west of Amazon Island

    At the turn of the year, Lyssa launches a flower war against Pircaro to gather the needed sacrifices. Mindful of the dangers of the area, she does not march her forces straight into the Swamps. With pirates on her doorstep, the queen cannot let her forces get bogged down – neither metaphorically nor literally. Instead stealthy huntresses lure the lizardmen out of their domain. The main Amazon army sails up the Amaxon in war canoes and land behind the enemy as they march eastward. Commanded by the skilled Princess Calypso, the Amazons cut off the lizardman army's retreat and crush them in a devastating surprise attack.

    However, as her armies besiege the remaining enemy holdfasts, Queen Lyssa decides she is not content to just round up sacrifices. At her command, everything of value is stripped from the lizardman temples and the queen lays claim to it all. Preoccupied with gathering loot, the Amazon host returns to Ganaina with a paltry number of sacrifices, much to the displeasure of the priestesses.

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    06.06.2014
    On the plaza below, a small army of porters carry large baskets filled with gold and precious stones and fine cloth. From her vantage point high up in her pyramid-like palace, Queen Lyssa observes the treasures being carried towards the temple complex on the other side of the plaza. A small smile appears on her lips, but she suppresses it when addressing her companion:

    “You do not approve, Harmothoe?” Queen Lyssa says patiently. The chief priestess of Rigg's temple here in Ganaina stands two steps behind the queen. Almost twice the queen's age, hard-faced and with her head shaved bald, the priestess strikes quite a different figure from her sovereign.

    Harmothoe remains silent, but the silence speaks volumes. Inhaling as if to give herself strength, Lyssa continues: “These treasures can be melted down and reformed to give honour to Rigg and Serena,” she explains, carefully refraining from adding herself to that list. Now is not the time.

    “Besides, what we have no use for can be traded away for what we cannot make ourselves. If we are to survive, we need every advantage we can get.”

    “True Amazons take what they need. It is Rigg's way,” the priestess explains, as if to a particularly slow child.
    Imagining derision in Harmothoe's voice, Lyssa turns around to see the older woman looking her up and down. Colour rises in her cheeks and her mouth tightens as she feels herself an unproven maiden found wanting by her mother. “As we did take these treasures from the lizardmen after crushing them on the field of battle,” she points out, almost petulant despite her best efforts.

    Harmothoe nods. “Calypso Toucana surely pleased Rigg with her bravery that day,” she agrees with a straight face.

    Certain she had turned the tables on the old priestess, Lyssa's indignation now returns in full force. She makes to bring a scathing retort, but finds herself without ammunition for a comeback. Calypso had indeed led the battle, along with the insufferable Tisiphone. Lyssa herself... had also been there.

    “Yes,” the queen says curtly. She clenches her fists and marches past the priestess, not caring if she follows or not. Leaving the balcony overlooking the plaza, she moves back into the interior of the palace. Once she stops, it is in front of two guards standing to attention in front of the stairs to the dungeon.

    “You there,” she addresses one of the women. “Would you please be so kind as to guide the priestess home?”

    The guard does as commanded, firmly leading Harmothoe away.

    “There is also the matter of two missing captives...” the priestess pipes up. Seeing the queen not even acknowledging her presence, she gives up and lets herself be guided out of the palace.​

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    Once the meddlesome priestess is out of sight, Lyssa turns to the remaining guard: “I am not to be disturbed,” she says curtly and stomps down the stairs.

    Stepping into a chamber below, she lights a lantern. Taking a moment to catch her breath and her bearings, she observes the opposite wall. Chains clatter and clink as the light sweeps across the dark room. Struggling against their bindings, two large reptilian humanoids pull and writhe against dozens of heavy chains. Taller than even the most statuesque Amazon and seemingly built purely of muscle, the two mighty Saurus stare at their captor, but their lizard eyes are inscrutable. It is hard to tell if they are biding their time or raging furiously, for their fearsome snouts have been muzzled by vine cords, letting nothing more than muffled growls through.​

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    “It was the prudent thing to do,” she muses. She does not like admitting it, but Calypso was much more qualified to command in battle than she was. Metal instruments clatter and clink as she goes through them on the table. She picks up an obsidian scalpel with a slender bronze hilt and studies it: “It's not like she planned the campaign on her own, you know?”

    In fact, she and Calypso had outlined the invasion and come up with the idea for the feint together, over capybara dumplings and perhaps a bit too much chicha. “Just because she oversees the execution...” the queen mutters and puts down the knife. With a sigh she stares into the distance. She could not bring herself to hate Calypso for being a better commander. In fact, even more so than her competent leadership, Lyssa had come to enjoy the jolly matriarch's companionship. Less appetizing was losing in prestige to the snide Tisiphone...

    “I'm the Queen of the Amazons! I can easily match any of them if I put my mind to it.” She did not relish the thought of working hard to improve her skills, but there was no helping it. For now, all she can do is take her mind off her worries.

    Taking time to savour the motion, Lyssa picks up a robust set of pliers and turns back to her captive audience: “First of all...” she smiles, testing the pliers in the air. “...know your enemy.”

    The queen steps forward and lets the pliers glide over the largest Saurus's scales, as if trying to determine which to pluck first. She looks into the beast's eyes: “I wonder... how do you make a Saurus cry out in pain...”​


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    It's not poor, she just doesn't feel like showing it off...

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    Ignoring the naysayers, Lyssa does not call up her armies again, instead choosing to remain in Ganaina. Not just occupied with matters of state, she uses the opportunity to spend time with her children. Her three daughters are growing up fast – coming closer to the gruelling rite of passage where they are to prove themselves true Amazon warriors.

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    Queen Lyssa's three beautiful little girls

    When the question of who should prepare the queen's children for their trial by fire, the choice is obvious. Of similar temperament, Queen Lyssa and Princess Calypso of Quetzlpan get along rather well, bonding over the lavish feasts the queen holds with increasing frequency now that she does not leave Ganaina much. With power and prestige second only to the queen and as a renowned fighter, Calypso is an ideal tutor.

    However, Lyssa cannot bear to part with her oldest daughter. Close to her mother in temperament and social skills, Maya is by far her mother's favourite and the queen cannot help but give her preferential treatment. The instructors despair as the child smooth-talks her way out of exercising or simply fails to show up at sparring lessons. Unable to scold her precious Maya, Lyssa ignores their pleas – much to the girl's delight.

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    There is no way this could backfire...

    The bold and energetic Inanna is the direct opposite of the level-headed and indolent Maya. Always picking fights with girls bigger than her, she shows the heart of an Amazon, if not much in the way of brains. Sending the troublemaking girl to study under Calypso almost feels like a relief.

    At only 7, little Phaedra is too young to send away just yet, but she will surely grow up to be a strong and well-behaved Amazon!
     
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  • Chapter 3: Roused to Greatness
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    02.05.2015
    Lyssa Anakonda, Queen of the Amazons, lounges in her seat and idly surveys the empty feasting hall. The festival to Serena and its many days of non-stop revelry are at an end. All the eating, drinking and – most importantly – sex has left her exhausted. As much as the serpent goddess's fertility ritual was enjoyable, she now regrets ever leaving her bed. Wriggling her butt, she languidly adjusts her position and praises her foresight to have the throne padded with extra feather pillows.

    Leaning back, she closes her eyes and starts to doze off when suddenly the door to the hall bursts open. Stomping into the hall, the redoubtable Princess Calypso looks furious. Lyssa pays it no heed:

    “Ah, Callie... are you going back to Quetzlpan already? I haven't even said goodbye to Inanna yet...”

    The proud warrior woman crosses her arms and stands her ground: “You should pay more attention to your other brat!” she yells angrily. “Your daughter Phaedra had the temerity to call me fat in front of my warriors!”

    Leaning her chin on her hand, Lyssa takes the accusation with infuriating calm. “But Callie dear... you can't deny you've been putting on a few lately,” she chuckles, languidly observing the hefty spare tire pooling over the Matriarch's belt and obscuring her once toned waist – quite at odds with her otherwise rugged physique. Instinctively, the Queen's hand brushes over her own firm midsection as if to show it off... or perhaps to make sure it's still trim.

    Calypso just gapes in shock for a moment, before huffing mightily at the affront.

    “It's you who hold all these feasts, sitting on your ass and doing nothing else!” she retorts, almost petulantly shifting the blame. “No doubt even the Miyan are laughing at how weak we must look.”

    “You think so?” Lyssa shrugs off the critique, but a small part of her is trying to poke through her sluggishness. Obeying the impulse, she sits up upright in her seat and claps her hands with a grin: “Then we must teach them a lesson!”

    “It was merely a hypothetical example...”

    Lyssa waves away the Matriarch's protest: “I'll explain... now, go and assemble my councillors. And bring a map!”

    Thoroughly confused at this point, Calypso just nods and turns to leave. As she steps towards the door, the queen stops her:

    “Oh and Callie...” Lyssa gives her a warm smile. “Thanks for the wake up call.”​

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    You know you're not Amazoning properly when this is the most riveting thing that happens in a year.


    As her councillors, Queen Lyssa had gathered the best and the brightest women of her realm. Perhaps surprisingly, the rebellious Tisiphone was granted a position, if merely to satisfy her hunger for power... for now. Likewise, the greedy Belyse of Mamazo was quite pleased to be allowed to handle economic matters.

    Princess Calypso, the Jaguar of the Sea, was an obvious choice as Marshal given her prowess. The muscleheaded huntress Tatiana, however, might seem a strange choice to protect the queen from subterfuge, but her brutal honesty and integrity meant that at least she would not be turned against her.

    Finally, the priestess Feidlimid was hardly the most renowned of Rigg's servants, but unlike a certain chief priestess she knew better than to talk back to her queen.

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    Best and brightest” in this case being a very relative term


    Shoving aside empty dishes and drinking bowls, Calypso puts down the delicate parchment map on the dining table and motions for the other councillors to gather around. Sauntering languidly, almost seductively, the queen herself leaves her throne to join them.

    “This is my kingdom,” Lyssa opens matter-of-factly. Tracing a circle around the mouth of the Amaxon, her finger brushes over the islands and the coastal areas under her dominion. “See the problem?” she asks her audience. With no answer forthcoming, she repeats the motion, this time stopping her finger on the peninsula between Lizcomeya and the island of Quetzl.

    “This is a wedge that divides the realm,” the queen explains, tapping her finger at the offending landmass. “It divides our people.”

    “That's Miyan land,” Tisiphone observes, referring to the bloodthirsty halflings that inhabit the lowlands of Lustria. “Evidently all the half-people along the Scorpion Coast are ruled by a vile High Chief who resides on that peninsula.” The chancellor indicates a stretch of land running from the peninsula in the east and almost to the ruined city of Spektazuma in the west.

    “This is a most rich and fertile area...” Belyse comments, her eyes lighting up, practically licking her lips with avarice.

    “According to what I've heard, these Miyan worship Rigg and Serena – like real people,” Feidlimid the priestess offers with a small measure of approval, before nearly gagging with disgust as she adds: “Yet they allow males – Amazon males – to be chiefs and shieldmai– uh... shieldmales!”

    A wave of shock washes through the congregation. Warrior women shake their heads in disbelief and and mutter disapprovingly.

    “All the more reason to put them in their place!” Lyssa exclaims cheerfully. “This time we are not merely waging war to catch offerings. We will remove this dagger from our hearts and make our realm whole!”​


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    The Miyan Chiefdom of Amocan, on Amazonia's western border
     
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  • Chapter 4: Unity by the Grace of Rigg

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    16.05.2015
    Acting as advance scouts, the huntresses slip through the jungle. So far they have stayed among the dense foliage on their journey north, but not even a spear throw away from heir location, the landscape opens into light vegetation towards the coast.

    As Tatiana leads her band closer to the edge of the jungle, closer to the bountiful land they seek, she notices the shrunken head nailed to a tree. Miyan land, she tells to herself. Given the grisly state of the border marker, it is hard to tell if it belonged to an Amazon interloper or an unfortunate halfling. The half-people chieftain was known to be devious and cruel – as expected of those degenerates!

    Approaching a clearing, where the trees grew smaller and more sparse, Tatiana hunkers down and spies through the bushes. Down in the shrubland before her, the occasional spear-tip or feather headdress betrays to her eagle eyes the presence of the enemy army.

    “Can you see their chief?” one of her fellow huntresses whisper. “Shouldn't be too hard, I bet.”

    Just then, a palanquin appears in a clearing. The half-people might hide well amongst the shrubs, but carried on the shoulders of his people, the Miyan chief still stands out. Dressed in gilded finery, the rotund halfling is almost dwarfed by a mask that would be large for an Amazon, much less a Miyan. Tatiana bites back a scoff. Such a pathetic attempt at intimidation from such a soft creature – there is no way an Amazon would ever sink to such a feeble state! Certainly the Miyan are the antithesis of the–

    “Amazons!” Tatiana's companion hissed.

    Tatiana nearly gasped. So it was true! Accompanying the Miyan chief was half a dozen Amazons with spears... and seemingly led by a male! This dumb halfling had made a grievous mistake. Trusting Amazons to be part of his bodyguard – as soon as they met Queen Lyssa on the battlefield, they would surely switch sides and submit to their rightful ruler!​

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    Only the mighty Queen Lyssa can hope to defeat this deadly foe!

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    A male Amazon chief – and priest of the Amazon gods no less! This heresy cannot be allowed to stand! Gluttonous and humble... are we sure he isn't actually a very tall halfling?



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    Although greatly outnumbering their foes, Lyssa's army avoids the Miyan chief's forces: The queen has her goal firmly in mind. She orders Calypso to take her ships and land on the shores of the halfling high seat of Catlmox. Tatiana and her huntresses keep close watch on the Miyan army, but with his power- and supply base under siege, High Chief Ikengrim is in no position to disrupt the Amazon host.

    With Catlmox secured, the Amazon army moves south through the jungle and after a series of short, chaotic engagements the Miyan forces scatter. Thrown off his palanquin by his panicked servants, High Chief Ikengrim drops his unwieldy mask of office and melts into the jungle. He flees westward, his authority broken and his seat of power in enemy hands. Literally unmasked as a weak ruler, realization dawns upon his subjects that he is unable to protect them. Not prepared to endure his cruelty any more, over the coming years the common people of Amocan revolt, shattering the once strong realm.

    However, the male chieftain Jakusch does not betray his liege and submit to his rightful queen. Ikengrim finds refuge in his lands, taking Jamarco to the west for himself. Still, Queen Lyssa does not push her armies westward to teach Jakusch the error of his ways.

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    07.08.2015
    Carried upon her palanquin, the Amazon Queen proudly observes the aftermath of her great victory. The palisade of Catlmox lies open before her as she is brought through the gaping maw that used to be the stronghold's gate. Within she lays eyes upon scores of Miyan – stuffed in cages or bound with vines and rope.

    “The fort is ours, your highness,” Princess Calypso tells her queen as she approaches. Her battle harness and chestplate are stained with blood, her jaguar head helmet held in the crook of her arm so she can greet Lyssa properly. “However, the enemy chief and his degenerate pet Amazon slipped by our huntresses. By your command, I will gather the shieldmaidens and take up purs–”

    Lyssa languidly lifts her hand to silence her marshal, a knowing smile on her lips: “You said the fort is ours, right? Then we must secure the area. This land is Amazon now – it's not enough to take it. We must hold it.”

    Calypso looks about to protest. Amazons warring not just for sacrifices or liberating their countrywomen, but for conquest! She did not doubt this was for the good of their people, but to let a traitorous male acting above his station like this 'Jakusch' run free...

    The queen pays Calypso's misgivings no heed. Looking around, she makes a note of all the prisoners and inquires: “How many have you captured?”

    “More than a hundred, at least. A decent sacrifice, but there are many more in the villages between here and our lands.”

    Lyssa nods thoughtfully: “Have your women raid all the villages you can find and bring all the half-people you can find back to Amazonia in chains.”

    Calypso smiles: The queen was holding the army back to ensure they bring back enough sacrifices. “I knew you had a plan,” she says firmly. “But who will you grant this fertile land to? There are many mistresses who have proved themselves in battle who most certainly are up to the task.”

    “Doesn't that question answer itself?” Lyssa smirks and sits up in her seat. “This land is very bountiful indeed. I shall take it upon myself to steward it wisely..."​

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    Seizing Catlmox brought the islands of Quetz and Yukka closer to the rest of Amazonia. However, Queen Lyssa is not done consolidating her realm. Rounding up as many halflings as her armies could grab, Lyssa brings them to Amaxon Bay... but as slaves, not sacrifices.

    They are settled in Zalli and put to the task of constructing a great fortress at the mouth of the Amaxon to increase the queen's control of the important waterway. Some say that using so many resources for building grand structures rather than for making war to the glory of Rigg is not the Amazon way. Little does that matter to Queen Lyssa as she consolidates her power. Assuming direct control of conquered lands and constructing forts to better command her realm, Lyssa sets herself up to exert more authority than any Amazon Queen in recent memory.

    In 2016, even as peasant uprisings spring up in opposition to Ikengrim of Amocan, Queen Lyssa gathers the foremost of her Matriarchs to make an announcement.

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    03.06.2016
    In the great hall of Rigg's Throne in the queen's palace of Ganaina, the queen surveys her subjects from her plush seat. Beside her throne stands a short, pot-bellied woman. A handy trophy turned servant, the halfling stands at the ready with a pitcher of wine and plate of cakes. None of the humiliation can cover up the fierce glimmer in her eyes, however...

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    She just happens to be more capable than any of the queen's actual subjects...

    “As caretaker of Rigg's throne,” Lyssa says with grace and authority, her steel buttocks placed firmly on the throne in question, “all power flows from the Queen. Therefore, every Matriarch and Mistress rules at her pleasure. This is not to satisfy the Queen's ego,” she goes on to clarify, somehow managing to suppress the huge grin that would put lie to her words. “Conversely, it is to keep our people united and strong. Nearly twenty years ago to this day, our people suffered the Great Raid. None of you here wish for a repeat of that horror, which cost us the astute leadership of great Queen Thalestris, right?”

    The assembled Matriarchs and prominent warriors shake their heads, muttering mournfully at the terrible event.

    “As such I ask of you, who here will support your queen in securing our lands and bringing the cleansing fire of Rigg to our enemies!”

    The small crowd murmurs sceptically. For a queen to not just lead them in war, but put herself above her Matriarchs, who were sovereigns of their own tribes? Was this not the corrupting power that seduced weak males in the eastern lands across the sea?

    “We have already taken open and fertile lands for our tribeswomen,” Lyssa reminds them, then adds with a languid smirk: “Together we can conquer and settle lands that would make Serena herself weep at their bounty!”

    “I agree with the queen's proposal!” Princess Calypso declares quickly. The other Matriarchs look to her, lips curling. If the mighty Jaguar of the Sea supports the queen, how can they refuse.

    “And I as well...” Belyse of Mamazo adds reluctantly, then grins greedily: “I look forward to the wealth your strong leadership brings.”

    The other Matriarchs grumble, but to voice outright dissent now would be foolish. Better to bide one's time...

    As the dignitaries file out of the throne hall, Tisiphone of Tetla mutters darkly: “Mark my words, the queen seeks to make slaves of us as much as she did the half-people she sent to raise those monuments to herself.”

    Concordia gives the Matriarch a sympathetic look, but instead of agreeing out loud she looks over her shoulder and whispers a warning: “The queen is strong.”

    “No one lives forever...” Tisiphone hisses angrily.

    “The queen is strong,” Concordia repeats and adds meaningfully: “And her children will no doubt follow suit.”​

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    Baby steps
     
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  • Chapter 5: Rite of Passage

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    05.06.2016
    The Amazon court is still abuzz with Queen Lyssa's recent decree. Now, two days later, the time has come for the triumphant capstone of that achievement: Today, the queen's oldest daughter will set out on her right of passage and join Amazon society as an adult.

    Nobles and prominent warriors stand at attention along the causeway running from the overgrown temple at the very edge of Ganaina. This is where the deep jungle takes over, even more dangerous and wild than the outskirts of the Amazon capital. This is where the queen's daughter sets out to complete her trial. Any time now...

    Standing at the top of the stairs overlooking the causeway, with no daughter at her side, Queen Lyssa turns to see Tatiana approach.

    “Where is my daughter?” the queen hisses to her spymaster.

    “My shieldmaidens are bringing her in now,” the powerfully built woman replies. “She was hiding under her bed, your highness.”

    “She was–” Lyssa's eyes go wide, but she catches herself and glancing around, she admonishes the other woman: “Sssh! Not so loud!”

    Anyone listening in are quickly distracted, however, as four shieldmaidens all but carry a loudly protesting Amazon princess.

    “Ugh, you dummies... I said I don't wanna! Hey, mommy! Tell these morons to unhand me!” In quite a contrast to the military garb of her 'escort', the pampered Maya is dressed in a resplendent gown. It might not be an orthodox outfit for a trip into the jungle, but it does fit her soft beauty. With thick, dark waves of hair framing a delicate, heart-shaped face, she would undoubtedly be considered a great beauty in the Old World. Here among the war-like Amazons, her soft, unfit figure makes a rather unfavourable impression.

    Looking at her daughter's petulant face, Lyssa steels herself. She ignores her pleas and turns back to Tatiana. There is no way Maya will head into the jungle voluntarily, so...

    “Escort the girl into the jungle and see to it she conducts her trial properly.”

    “But... your highness, a prospect is supposed to face her trial alone...”

    “And she will,” Lyssa assures her, while giving Maya a stern look. “Just... make sure she finds the way...” She finishes with a meaningful look at the huntress.​

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    07.06.2016
    Wrapped in a hastily donned robe, Lyssa paces the halls of her palace. So far, no word of her daughter. No word from Tatiana and her huntresses either. It was not unusual for a trial to take a few days, but when Maya did not return yesterday, the queen had sent out the huntresses just in case.

    Lyssa stops by a window, leans against the window sill and stares off into the night. “How hard can it be...” she grumbles, blaming her daughter for making her anxious like this. Her thoughts flit back to her own trial, decades prior. She might not exactly have returned with a carnosaur head, but she had managed to get her kill.

    “Just find a jaguar and sit on it,” she bids her faraway daughter. The greater the trophy, the greater the prestige of course – but what really mattered was what you did afterwards. Lyssa saw herself as proof of that. Her daughter might be an indolent creature, preferring to eat and sleep rather than fight and endure hardship, but there would always be time for her to straighten up.

    “That's what you've kept saying...” Lyssa points out, only serving to make herself even more annoyed. The trial had come so suddenly on her – she excused herself by reasoning that recent wars and trying to consolidate her realm against the resentment of jealous subjects had taken all her time.

    The queen stifles a yawn. She could have been sleeping – or at least lounging in bed with a cup of chicha! And yet, worry keeps her awake and restless. What if her daughter – her precious Maya – runs afoul one of Amazonia's many dangers? Although she does not wish it, an Amazon is likely to get hurt during her trial... but what if it is worse... what if–

    Lyssa shakes her head. This is her daughter. Certainly Maya's tutors complain that the girl has not made much – if any – effort in her studies and sparring, but: “What do they know?” Lyssa scoffs.

    The sound of footsteps make her realize she has been talking to herself. Taking her hands off the ancient stone, she straightens up and turns to face the interlopers.

    Bursting through the doorway, Tatiana stops when she lays eyes on her mistress. The huntress's obvious hurry and agitated expression makes distress well up in the queen. However, before Lyssa can ask if her daughter is alright, Tatiana states plainly:

    “Your Highness, your daughter Maya has returned from the jungle empty-handed.” She sounds as if she is delivering news of the girl's death.

    Eyeing a small hope, Lyssa is about to ask Tatiana to whisk her daughter away. Keep this under wraps until she can figure out how to deal with this disgrace. As she looks into the forthright huntress's eyes, her hopes are quickly dashed with a stark realization: This is Tatiana. She has already informed the priesthood. All is lost.​


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    Who could have foreseen this!?


    08.06.2016
    The next day, news have already spread of Maya's failure. The girl is brought before the queen in an atmosphere of shame and judgment. Her finery in tatters, revealing her pale, flabby flesh. A bloody gash runs down her cheek. Lyssa tells herself that, if nothing else, she might have got it from a dangerous predator and not a rendezvous with a particularly vicious tree branch.

    The crowd waits with baited breath for the queen to pronounce her sentence. Some, like Belyse and Tisiphone, wait with more glee than they can contain. For a queen's first born to fail her rite of passage: what a delightful loss of face!

    Unable to retain her usual languid composure, Lyssa looks at the crowd. She tries to pick out every face, but it is simply to distract herself so that she– a small groan escapes her lips. She cannot help but lay eyes on her daughter between the stern acolytes. Cradling her bosom and torn dress, the usually unflappable girl has her cheeks stained with dirt and tears.

    Lyssa steels herself.

    Maya's lip quivers.

    Lyssa closes her eyes. When she opens them, she rises from her seat with a determined look on her face: “The Sisterhood informs me that my eldest daughter Maya has not completed her rite of passage. As such, she is no longer heir to the Throne of Rigg. When she comes of age, that honour shall therefore be bestowed upon my daughter Inanna.”

    She dismisses her court, signalling that she has said all there is to say. Stepping down from her throne, she ignores the Rigg acolytes surrounding Maya and embraces her. Paying no heed to the confused mutters around her, she holds her daughter tight in her arms.​

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    Lyssa's daughter, all grown up. Kinda.

    The court is bewildered and some are livid: Where is the banishment? Surely the queen is not taking her daughter back in after this?

    Tisiphone turns up her nose at the sight, but is more interested in the crowd surrounding the mother and daughter. Surely it would take little to turn them against the queen. She turns to the easily swayed Belyse, but quickly discards the idea of tricking the Matrirach into riling up the crowd, so as not to risk her own neck. Neither quick-witted nor an orator by any stretch of the imagination, there is no relying on her to do much.

    Tisiphone's eyes roam to the now-empty throne and she can't keep a greedy smirk from her lips. Making a decision, she strides through the crowd with a purpose. This is her chance!

    Suddenly, the ambitious Matriarch finds her way blocked. The redoubtable Calypso of Quetzelpan stands in her way, a stern look on her painted face, her arms crossed over her ceremonial breastplate. “We should leave,” she says curtly.

    Tisiphone leans around the Jaguar of the Sea's sturdy frame. The throne seems so much further away now. She grits her teeth. “Yes,” she agrees acerbically. “It is only polite.”

    Princess Calypso watches the would-be traitor beats a furious retreat, barking for the bewildered Belyse to follow. She turns to look at Lyssa and her daughter, her brow furrowing. Face inscrutable, she abruptly leaves the hall. The other women follow. Left behind are the queen and her daughter. Alone.​


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    Only one way? Bah! With Lyssa there is always a second option: Do nothing!
     
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  • Chapter 6: Decadence and Dynasty

    Her daughter's failure has hurt Queen Lyssa's prestige and done her mood no favours either. Unable to bring herself to banish the girl, every time she sees her around the palace is a harsh reminder of that night.

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    She was already lazy... this must be a whole 'nother level of sloth!

    In attempt to save face, Lyssa leads a few raids on neighbouring lizardmen. While she is not a great general like Calypso, the queen does have a plan: Taking advantage of a civil war in the great Lizardman domain of Xahutec to the south, she is able to take only favourable engagements. She returns triumphant – enough to soften the prospect of outright rebellion into murmurs of dissent.

    Trying to look past the setback her indolent daughter has created, this raiding is in fact part of a larger scheme. To the east of Xahutec lies the independent Amazon domain of Teuinochacal – the Tarantula Coast. In 2015, its Matriarch had died giving birth to a boy and as she had no female heir, its ruling dynasty ended. In came Parthenia, a violent and capricious woman who had previously been fighting both with and against the Panthera tribe in Gwangee Valley.

    Eyeing an opportunity, Lyssa sends Tisiphone to see if the tribes were willing to submit to the Queen of Amazonia herself, rather than be ruled by a stranger from the middle of the Amaxon Basin. If nothing else, it takes the rebellious matriarch out of the queen's hair for a while. For her part, Tisiphone reluctantly agrees to this task, but for a different reason: Teuinochacal borders the domain of the like-minded matriarch Concordia, offering an opportunity for these co-conspirators to expand their power base...

    As the year turns and spring approaches, however, Queen Lyssa's mind is focused on a different subject. She is still not over her daughter's fate and it worries her: Her second-eldest, Inanna is hardly the sharpest scalpel in the torture chamber and Phaedra has not distinguished herself in any way – apart from naively insulting women at the court. For the first time, Lyssa is actually a little worried about the future...

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    01.05.2017
    Giddy with revelry and flush with booze, Lyssa leads her sisters up the wide stairs to a great platform at the foot of the pyramid where Serena's temple is situated. Whoops and yells and the sounds of drunken playfighting well up from the crowd behind her as they ascend.

    Stepping onto the platform, the queen sees before her arrayed a dozen males, naked and in chains. Studying them closely, she licks her lips as wine-fuelled lust wells up in her. Nevertheless, something niggles her in the back of her mind: She cannot trust in her children – what if they fail like their elder sister? No, she has make sure her legacy is secure.

    Lyssa's gaze lands on a humble man, unassuming at first glance, but noticeably supple and handsome upon closer inspection. Not a youngster by any means, but closer to her own age. She takes a step in his direction and the priestesses immediately respond by unchaining him.

    Yes, it is a queen's duty to make sure she has a suitable heir. This is a duty she will not mind too much, she thinks to herself as her chosen mate is led towards her.​

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    Being an Amazon queen is just tough sometimes...

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    The queen's duty does in no way leave her dissatisfied. An excellent lover to match his looks, this "Roman" so amuses Lyssa that she decides to spare him from being ritually sacrificed the next day. Basking in the glow of a long and lovely night, the queen's mood is buoyant over next days and weeks – especially as she starts feeling the tell-tale signs: She is surely with child!

    Feeling like everything is falling into place, Lyssa calls for Calypso to join her at Ganaina. There is much to be planned. When the Jaguar of the Sea arrives, the queen greets her with much pomp and ceremony. Then, in the middle of the reception, Lyssa suddenly collapses.

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    Just when things were starting to look up...(?)

    Plagued by fainting spells and dizziness, the queen's pregnancy completely saps her strength. Left confined to her bedchamber most of the time, she is forced to let Calypso act has her regent, taking charge of the day-to-day business of running the realm.

    Laid low just when she felt things were falling back into place, Lyssa takes to self-medicating with wine and chicha. While not doing much for the symptoms, more importantly the booze takes her mind off her predicament and eases her anger. To please their queen, Lyssa's servants keep the alcohol flowing. In particular, a certain halfling is very diligent in providing her mistress with ample libations...

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    Just sleep and drink: sounds like a recipe for greatness!

    What starts off as a drink here and there, becomes a habit over the following months. After all, what else is there to do but drink? Enabled by her servants, the queen starts drinking less to sooth her mind and more because she can.

    Taking advantage of the queen's condition, the ever-ambitious Tisiphone makes a bid to return. She conspires with Lyssa's steward and chieftess of Mamazo, Belyse. If anyone can be motivated to overthrow the queen, it is this avaricious matriarch.

    Much to Tisiphone's surprise, she finds her advances rebuffed. Unknown to her, Belyse has her own schemes. Rather than replace the currently weak queen with someone more capable, she seeks to take advantage of the situation to gain dominion of all of Amazonia west of the Amaxon river...

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    02.02.2018

    “Where is my wine??” screams the Amazon queen through clenched teeth. She grabs a nearby servant girl, but before she can pull her down to scream in her face, another convulsion racks her body.

    “The midwife says you mustn't–” Although Lyssa has let her go, the withering stare from the queen on the bed quickly shuts her up. “I'll fetch more immediately!” she reconsiders and rushes out of the room, happy to leave the queen's labour to the experts.

    After being indisposed for so many months, Serena finally takes mercy on Lyssa and grants her a relatively quick struggle. As she finally collapses, bathed in sweat, the midwife brings the queen's issue to the priestess of Serena. Lyssa herself is vaguely aware of the incantations being recited. Screwing her eyes shut, she would rather fight a ravenous Carnosaur than be where she is right now. Maybe she can drink until she passes out...

    At least her lineage is secure, she thinks to herself. This is the last time. At this point, a presence hovering nearby brings her out her introspection. Opening her eyes, she sees the midwife looking uncomfortable at the side of her bed.

    “What is it?” the queen groans.

    The woman's face pales as she forces out a reluctant reply: “It... you have a son, your highness...”

    Lyssa blinks. Then she blinks again. Without a word, her nails dig into the bedsheets with a fury that threatens to tear them apart. Staring at the uncaring ceiling she howls with all her pent-up frustration, rage and pain: “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”​

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    Named according to the, ahem “circumstance” of his birth

    Suffering through such a troublesome pregnancy only to be denied the potential heir she had hoped for smothers the queen's spirit. Although she slowly recovers from her ordeal, she has no willpower to kick the habit she picked up during her pregnancy.

    As if to add insult to injury, her son quickly shows great aptitude for all manner of things. Before the year is up, even without the care and attention offered to royal girls, he is able to both walk and talk. Of course, it is unbelievable that a mere male could grow up stronger and brighter than any of his sisters, but still...

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    That moment when siring a Pretty, Strong and Bright child only drives you even further to drink...

    The queen's failure to produce another potential heir and her new-found tendency to drink heavily even outside of feasts only fuels the murmurs of discontent. Rumours that she has especially taken a liking to wine from barbarians across the sea – ostensibly seized from adventurers and pirates over decades – only makes the situation worse.

    No longer content to whisper, Tisiphone is now outright questioning the queen's ability to rule. Denouncing Lyssa's decadence and hedonism, she is joined in this cause by Concordia. Having become convinced that any contact with inferior menfolk taints an Amazon's spirit, the chieftess of Cuauhlotl now swears to a celibate lifestyle very much at odds with Lyssa's promiscuous ways.

    The drunken queen has her hands full trying to reign in the troublemakers. While she might have been able to silence one rebellious matriarch, there is no way she can deal with both without tearing her still-fresh realm apart. However, while she has to give all her attention to these matters, Lyssa is distracted from her other subjects...

    Calypso has previously paid Tisiphone's accusations little heed. With Concordia joining the chorus and Belyse carefully aligning herself with whichever faction seems strongest at the moment, the words seem to carry more weight. Furthermore, when Lyssa hardly makes time for her anymore, even the mighty Jaguar of the Sea is starting to question her own loyalty to the queen...
     
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    Chapter 7
  • Chapter 7: Tapestry of Treason

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    12.06.2018
    Lyssa, Queen of Amazonia stares into her cup of wine. She tries to focus on how rich this foreign vintage seems compared to the usual Amazon fare, but trouble is not far from her mind. She takes a big sip, but even drinking doesn't dispel her unease tonight. Alone in her quarters, she is supposed to enjoy an evening snack and drink, but neither can subdue the gnawing feeling in her gut.

    She puts down the cup with a sigh. Instinctively, she reaches for another slice of grilled meat. If nothing else, the alcohol seems to boost her appetite if not her spirit. Chewing thoughtfully, it reminds her of Calypso. Their meetings have grown fewer, shorter and frustratingly unproductive in the last months. It has not gone unnoticed by the queen that the Jaguar of the Sea was spending more time with Tisiphone and Concordia when at court, either. Plans for subjugating the Amazons of Tarantula Coast had stalled – Lyssa simply did not know who to trust anymore

    “I still don't...” she grumbles to herself. She thought she had placated Belyse by appointing her to the council, but it turns out the greedy woman is conspiring to usurp Western Amazonia for herself. Lyssa does not fear that Belyse might succeed – she is not a very savvy woman – but all these small disobediences...

    “It's like they don't know who's queen around here!” she growls and downs her cup in one, angry gulp.

    “Forgive me, I did not hear it all. Something you want, Your Bigness?”

    Lyssa turns around, though there is no mistaking the heavily accented voice. Standing shorter than the queen, even if she is seated, the stout halfling servant is carrying tray of grilled fish. The look in her eyes suggests she very much did catch what Lyssa said.

    “Uh? How long have you been standing there...” the queen grumbles, obviously tipsy by now. “And by Rigg's fiery pubes, for the thousandth time it's Your Highness!”

    The Miyan seems blithely unfazed by the rebuke: “I just think, maybe Highness wants fish with the coconut sauce. It is the family recipe.”

    Lyssa is about to berate the servant for not acknowledging her mistake, but she is distracted by the spicy aroma as the dish – exquisitely grilled fish bathed in creamy sauce – is placed before her.

    “Something is the matter?” the halfling wonders as she refills the queen's cup. “I can take back.”

    “No, no!” Lyssa says hurriedly. “It looks delicious.” She wasn't planning on having any more, but to emphasize her words, she takes a bite out of the fish.

    “I am no good with the politics, but I advise not to let it ruin the good meal,” the servant says, her tone showing how seriously the Miyan take their food – even when it isn't humanoid.

    Lyssa scoffs: “That's easier said than done! You're not the one they want to steal a throne from.” She finishes by chuckling acerbically at the thought of a halfling in such a position, before taking a sip of wine to wash down the fish.

    “But if the throne is stealed... Quiauhxochuatzin will be made stonecutter slave or the god-food,” the Miyan counters, highlighting how her fortunes changed when Lyssa decided to take her as a household trophy on a whim.

    “I'm sure this cooking can convince Calypso to let you live,” Lyssa opines sardonically, taking another bite. “Wait... what did you say your name was??”

    “Quiauh– ” the halfling begins before quickly giving up: “You can call me Quihuatzin, Your Bigness. And it is not just me. There is the Amazons with none of the noble background too.”

    Lyssa chews her food thoughtfully as she tries to parse what the halfling just said. She makes a sound of agreement: It is true that commoners like the priestess Feidlimid owe their positions to her. And given her limited ability, in Feidlimid's case it would not just be her background speaking against her.

    Lyssa cannot help but chuckle: if a fanatic like Concordia ever gains power in Ganaina, her fellow priestess Feidlimid would no doubt fare quite poorly. Finishing with a sigh and a big swig of wine, she says mostly to herself: “Too bad all the nobles, those with any actual power, all seem to hate me – for some reason...”

    “For some reason?”

    Lyssa meets Quihuatzin's puzzled look with a defensive huff, her cheeks red with indignation but mostly with booze: “Just because Calypso is such a great warrior! Seriously, anyone would look like a bad commander compared to her! I bet I could take any of the others in a fight. Well, Belyse at least... especially if she's been drinking...”

    “But if Calypso is the great warrior... why not let teach you?” the servant suggests, patiently getting the queen yet another refill. “She do teach the queen's daughter the fighting, yes?”

    “Are you out of your tiny Miyan mind??” Lyssa blurts out. “An adult Amazon being tutored like a child? And if it's a queen and her subject... no one would ever respect me again.”

    “Besides,” she quips blithely as a follow-up, biting into a piece of fish and finishing with her mouth full: “have you seen how chunky she's gotten? It'd probably be more feasting than fighting.”

    “Well if it has to be the secret... want me to practice with the queen? Not like anyone notices me around here, even in the sight that is plain, anyways.”

    Lyssa stops eating and drinking to just stare at Quihuatzin, blinking in disbelief: “Is this a Miyan joke?” she eventually manages.

    The halfling just shrugs: “Could ask your warriors who I meet at Catlmox, but they all dead now.”

    The queen's eyes narrow: “Then why are you here, if you're such a great fighter?”

    “Am just good,” Quihuatzin corrects her. “Not great enough to fight hundreds when other cowards give up. But if Your Bigness commands it, I will give the demonstration to prove.”

    Lyssa groaned. This is all too far-fetched, but she has precious few options. “Fine, have it your way! But if you're lying and this doesn't work, you'll find yourself on Rigg's altar before you can speak that long-ass name of yours.”

    Quihuatzin just smiles and offers the queen some bread with which to soak up the remaining sauce: “If thing not work out, I think I will be in the bad place anyhow!”​


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    That's a lot of red traits you got there, Your Bigness


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    Hobbled by the after-effects of her troubled pregnancy and vacillating loyalties among her matriarchs, Lyssa finds herself unable to embark on any of the ambitious projects she might have in mind. This does not mean that the rest of Lustria stands still, however.

    To the west, the Miyan domain of Amocan is starting to crumble from the unrest caused by its leader's ignominious defeat by Lyssa and her warriors. The furious High Chief Ikengrim has already imprisoned, executed and banished all Amazons in his realm, ending the male Amazon chief Jakusch's curious reign where Lyssa had not. Nevertheless, revolts are spreading from the inland provinces, where rebels have held sway since 2017.

    Perhaps more curiously, at the very start of 2019 news arrive at Ganaina that the undead scourge King Charles of Monkeigh Island has been defeated! Apparently the leader of the pirates in the Triad Islands, one Elana Marle, has somehow managed to best the foul creature. With his vampiric influence gone, the pirates have started using “Monkeigh Island” – or Zarmuda, as the sunken city that forms the “island” is actually called – as a base.



    Thanks to the uncertain situation in the realm, the Amazons are unable to react to any of these events. The queen has seemingly given up on bold adventures, satisfied to idle away her days with eating and drinking to excess.

    However, in secret the halfling Quihuatzin is not merely serving Lyssa delicacies, but also happens to be her clandestine sparring partner. Much to the queen's surprise the Miyan is a competent warrior and a match for her larger mistress. Furthermore, she also turns out to have a mind for tactics and this seems to rub off on Lyssa over the months they practice together.

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    At the same time, affairs of the realm seem to continue more or less as normal. Although plotting the overthrow of the queen, her chancellor Tisiphone sticks to her mission to sow discontent among the Tarantula Coast Amazons. After all, it is in her best interest that they should welcome the Queen of the Amazons with open arms: That queen will be her soon enough.

    Not that a coup will be straightforward to accomplish. Lyssa's reputation as saviour for rallying the tribes still remains even if it has become tarnished. More importantly, as all queens, she was crowned by the Sisterhood and circumventing the holy order would spell trouble – even if Concordia is a priestess of Rigg. In fact, it is Concordia herself who warns her co-conspirator about this. Wary as always, she fears what might transpire if they act recklessly.

    Together, Tisiphone and Concordia decide that the best course of action would be to show that the majority of Amazons disapprove of the queen's hedonistic ways. This way, the other nobles and dignitaries will not have to be convinced to outright support a coup, something which Concordia warns will draw undue attention to them and possibly undo all their work.

    Exaggerating truths and fanning doubts, the pair are not besmirching the queen's reputation aimlessly. In fact, they have the perfect culmination of their work in mind: At the end of the fourth month of the new year, Amazons from all corners of the realm will gather in Ganaina in preparation for the Feast of Serena. If the foremost Matriarchs of the realm all confront the queen with her misdeeds before her people, the sisterhood will surely be compelled to approve Lyssa's removal.


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    19.04.2019
    The queen sits with her daughters Maya and Phaedra in an airy pavilion situated high on the royal palace. Open on one side lined with decorated columns, the space offers a fresh breeze against the clammy jungle atmosphere. Idly lounging on a divan, the older girl blathers on about the frivolous matters of her idle life at the palace. Inane though the subject matter is, the queen seems to find relief from what is worrying her in the idle chatter. Soon, a knock on the door disrupts the conversation.

    “Yes, what is it?” Lyssa says casually and in comes Tatiana. With a quick bow, the spymaster gets on with the reason she is here:

    “My queen, I beg my leave to prepare for the council meeting later today,” she says frankly.

    “Meeting? I don't recall calling the council,” Lyssa cocks a questioning eyebrow, though her tone suggests that she entertains the possibility that she has in fact forgotten.

    “Matriarch Tisiphone did,” Tatiana says helpfully. “I assumed you would be informed, all things considered...”

    “Right, of course...” Lyssa says, trying to hide her surprise – and growing feeling of dread. “Just to remind me, where will we be convening?”

    “The councillors and Matriarchs will be assembling and await your arrival at the Shrine of Rigg, my queen.”

    “All of them, huh? Well... you best run off then.” The queen dismisses the huntress with a wave. She follows Tatiana with her eyes until the door shuts behind her.

    “Shit,” she breathes sharply, one hand clutching her chest. 'Await her arrival'... this is a trap – and if they are brazen enough to spring it right under the Sisterhood's nose, Lyssa doesn't like her chances of getting out of it. She has heard the accusations and if all the nobles share this sentiment...

    “They'll have to drag me kicking and screaming!” she declares angrily to her two daughters, springing up from her seat.

    “It will look really bad if you don't go...” the young Phaedra says bluntly, as always.

    The queen's gaze snaps to her daughter, but before she can retort there is another knock on the door.

    A skinny Amazon woman clutching a scroll steps through, looking somewhat distraught. She carries none of the symbols of nobility, but her garb is finer than that of a humble gardener or spearwoman.

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    “Forgive my intrusion,” she says softly, her eyes darting from the queen to the two princesses. “I bring... a message.”

    Lyssa considers the woman for a moment, trying to remember where she has seen her before. Before she can quite place her, she is handed the scroll. The queen notices the woman's hesitation, but doesn't draw any attention to it. Instead she unfurls the scroll and holds back a gasp as she reads the pictograms.

    “I was... not sure, so I came here...” the woman offers, wringing her hands.

    Lyssa looks up at her, realizing where she remembers this messenger from: “You didn't tell anyone else yet?”

    She gets a nod as a reply.

    “Well, you are welcome to stay as my guest for the time being,” the queen assures the messenger, but her tone suggests it's not an offer to be refused. She then turns back to Phaedra:

    “Yes, I really should go,” she states firmly as if her own earlier protest was never uttered. Next she addresses Maya, kindly but sternly: “And you had better get going. I know of another guest here in Ganaina who deserves to be... entertained.”

     
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    Chapter 8
  • Chapter 8: The Queen's Trial

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    Hefting her oversized macuahuitl, Inanna starts climbing the overgrown stairs of some long-forgotten ruin. A different woman might wonder about the origins and symbolism of the moss-covered engravings and idols desecrated by stone-splitting vines, but the queen's daughter pays all of this no heed: The teeming, hazy jungle leaves little room for idle thoughts. Luckily, Inanna generally has few thoughts of any kind.

    Stepping nimbly over roots and broken stone, she is about to reach the top of the stairs when instinct makes her hesitate. Scanning the jungle below, she spots a slight ripple in the underbrush. One might be forgiven for thinking it is the wind, but Inanna knows better: Cold Ones.

    More concerned that the bloodthirsty reptile will get away than the danger it poses to a lone Amazon, Inanna impulsively leaps down from the stairs. She uses the split second she spends regaining her balance to look around for her quarry. Her eyes catch mottled scales, almost indistinguishable from the ferns and moss, sliding through the thick vegetation.

    Not about to give the beast a chance to turn the tables on her, Inanna anticipates the Cold One's path and prepares to intercept it. Just as she is about to leap forward, a sonorous growl gives her pause. It comes not from the front, but from the side.

    Still crouched, Innana spins around, her hand gripping the macuahuitl so hard the wood creaks in protest: “Clever girl...”​

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    19.04.2019
    Dressed in a finely woven, yet simple, robe, Queen Lyssa of Amazonia steps into the plaza at the foot of the huge temple to Rigg. Steeling herself, her eyes scan the open space. On the raised platform at the stairs leading up to the shrine itself, a smaller group of women stand waiting for her: Matriarchs Tisiphone and Calypso. Of the queen's councillors: Spymaster Tatiana and Court Priestess Feidlimid. With them is also Harmothoe the chief priestess of the Shrine of Rigg. Filling the rest of the plaza, a throng of onlookers crowd the short stairs leading up to the platform where the council has assembled.

    Flanked by two bodyguards, Lyssa makes a point of paying them no heed as she brazenly strides past them all and takes up position a few steps up the enormous stair leading up to the shrine. Effectively standing a few heads taller than her would-be accusers, she can see her subjects fill the plaza.

    “Good afternoon,” the queen says calmly, but loud enough for her voice to carry. “I believe you had something to discuss with your queen?”

    Tisiphone looks around the congregation, dismayed to see two of her fellow Matriarch allies still missing. However, before she can voice any kind of protest, Tatiana steps forward and announces loudly:

    “The foremost ladies of the realm, Matriarchs, councillors and the faithful, have found reason to question if the queen is fit to rule our people.”

    Lyssa swallows, but is mostly successful in hiding her reaction. She did expect something like this, but to hear it spelled out... Clenching her jaw, she clearly struggles to keep her response level:

    “Care to elaborate?”

    “The Matriarchs of Amazonia,” Tisiphone clarifies to share the blame, “disapprove of the queen's conduct.” She looks around for more of said Matriarchs, but the watchful eyes of the Sisterhood on the steps above force her to continue:

    “On their behalf, let it be said that the queen has abandoned her fiery Amazon spirit in favour of hedonistic pursuits. Drunkenness and excess is not behaviour befitting an Amazon, much less a queen.”

    “Foreigners still roam our shores with impunity,” Calypso throws out, leading the conversation towards matters more meaningful to her – and that do not hit as close to home.

    “And yet, the queen is content to languish in her palace, too indolent to lift her sword in defence of her country,” Harmothoe intones, encouraged by the others. “Even worse, this decadence has spread to the queen's daughters. What does it mean for the future of our realm if the royal children are unable to even complete their rite of passage? A generation of lazy brats? Gorging themselves on game hunted by others and lusting after feeble men.”

    Tatiana doesn't say anything but nods solemnly. Maya's failure and Lyssa's handling of the matter has bothered the proud huntress very much: She is not a woman who appreciates tenderness.

    Lyssa's lip curls as she looks at the dignitaries in turn. She expected attacks from some of them, but judging by their faces they are all turning against her. So far, Feidlimid has not said anything, but to Lyssa the priestess looks ready to join in the second she feels the need to distance herself from the fallen queen.

    “Is that all?” Lyssa asks, doing her best not to let her wounded pride show but unable to keep from affecting a haughty tone.

    “Don't you have anything to say for yourself?” Calypso blurts out, obviously upset that the queen does not even acknowledge any of the accusations. She does manage to keep her voice low enough to keep the crowd from hearing. As much as the Jaguar of the Sea is surprised, she does not wish to cause Lyssa undue embarrassment either.

    “We're still waiting for... more dignitaries to arrive,” Tisiphone protests, since Lyssa's unexpectedly early arrival seems to have robbed her of two important allies.

    Tatiana nods in agreement: “We should have a full council before the queen defends herself. I have sent my huntresses to fetch Belyse and Concordia.”

    Tisiphone breathes a sigh of relief: Escorted by the highly principled spymaster's fellow warriors, at least the queen should not be able to harm her fellow Matriarchs.

    “Good, good,” Lyssa says evenly. “After all, these allegations are not made by individuals, but the council as a whole, right?” She tries to put on a conciliatory smile but it turns into more of a smug smirk towards Tisiphone.

    “Yes, in fact it is Concordia and Belyse who–” the Matriarch of Tetla ventures before she is cut off by a shout from the plaza:

    “Get yer handsh off me... hav'ya got any idea who – hic – who I am??”

    Kept on her feet by two burly huntresses, a sloshed Belyse stumbles towards the assembled council. Following not too far behind, Maya gives her mother a sly look before disappearing into the crowd – her work here is done.

    “H-hey! Didya shtart with-without me??” the undignified steward fumes indignantly as she is more or less carried up the steps – lest she trip and and fall.

    “What are you doing??” Tisiphone hisses back as Belyse unsteadily takes up her position beside her.

    Realizing all eyes are on her, an inkling of how much she is embarrassing herself slips through Belyse's drunken haze and she blushes: “Sh-shaddup...”

    “So this is the kind of person who accuses the queen of drinking too much...” Lyssa muses, making sure to raise her voice so the crowd hears her clearly. “Obviously the honourable council has been treated to some fine hypocrisy here. You say you speak on behalf of all of the Matriarchs, but I find it hard to believe that Calypso, who knows me so well, would entertain such two-faced accusations.”

    The queen gives the Princess of Quetzlpan a disarming smile, offering her a way out that absolves her of wrongdoing. Making sure she has her attention, Lyssa continues:

    “The Easterners continued presence is indeed disconcerting, which is precisely why we must remain united. It will take a large number of war canoes to overcome their ships and allow all of our warriors to honour Rigg by crossing the sea and taking the fight to the interlopers. And as the Jaguar of the Sea will tell you, building so many boats takes time – which is why we have yet to take the fight to them.”

    It is something of a white lie: Lyssa truly does not see any way of realistically evicting the pirates from the Triad Islands without several more ships... but that has hardly been the reason she has not made war yet.

    The queen glances around as if waiting for something before continuing: “Indeed, if anyone supposes that my – our – realm has been weakened, the strife this kind of controversy engenders would go a long way to explain why it is so. Now, I would not immediately assume that Amazonia's state is in such a way compromised...”

    Lyssa goes on at length, almost as if she is stalling with her increasingly empty words. All the while, her eyes scan the crowd with increasingly concerned anticipation. Finally she seems to see something she likes, happily abandoning her waffling mid-sentence.

    “But not only do some people suppose that the queen is weak. They disparage my children. I see my daughter Inanna has just returned from her trial, so I shall let her answer these accusations.”

    The crowd parts reverently as the powerfully built princess marches towards the temple. Covered in muck and blood, a hastily butchered hide of thick scales is draped across her shoulders. Behind her, she drags three large reptilian heads tied together with sturdy vines.

    Inanna doesn't seem to pay the expectant stares any mind before she dumps her trophies at the stairs leading up to the shrine. Looking dumbly at the crowd, she is about to blurt out something in her confusion when her mother grabs her and pulls her to her side.

    “Just stay silent and let mummy handle this,” Lyssa whispers sharply.

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    That whole “suitable heir” business is a “best of three” kind of deal, right?


    “Is this a lazy brat?” the queen asks rhetorically, making sure everyone gets a good look at her bloodied daughter. The crowd satisfies her with their reaction. Taking it a step further – and literally taking two steps further up the temple stairs – Lyssa raises her arm as if to get everyone's attention.

    “And by the same token...” she roars with the crowd's approval. “Is this...”

    Lyssa tugs gracefully at the cord around her waist. Undoing the knot, she lets it fall and grabs the hem of her robe – and with a flourish throws it open and lets it fall from her shoulders.

    “Is this the body of a slovenly hedonist?” she asks the audience, showing off the taut muscles and chiselled features of her naked body. There is a gasp from the onlookers, not out of prudishness but admiration.

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    Hey Tisiphone, do you even lift, bro?


    Spreading her arms just in case someone doesn't get the hint, Lyssa's gaze lands on each councillor in turn. “Now... perhaps the council can reach a verdict?”

    Tisiphone averts her eyes, gritting her teeth as she sees the reaction of her fellow councillors.

    “Damnit... hey! You said we had to wait for everyone,” she calls out to Tatiana. She tries to feign concern for due process in her tone, but she cannot help but sound exasperated. “Matriarch Concordia is still not here.”

    Unseen by the vexed Matriarch, Lyssa makes a subtle gesture. Out of the crowd steps the thin Amazon who met with the queen earlier that day. Apologetically, she silently begs the council's attention.

    “You may speak, Azu,” Lyssa instructs her, feigning curiosity about the woman's purpose. With the queen's permission, the newcomer turns to address everyone, her voice barely carrying over the crowd's confused murmurs:

    “My fellow Amazons, it grieves me to tell you that my lady and mistress, Matriarch Concordia Pythona of Cuauhlotl passed away in her sleep three days ago. The swamp fever hit her swift and hard and none of our prayers or remedies could help her.”

    “Why didn't she tell ush??” Where Tisiphone manages to hold back a similar outburst, Belyse has no such restraint. “Uhm... anyone. Why didn't she tell anyonesh...”

    “I'm afraid the Matriarch became bedridden and delirious as soon as the fever struck...” Azu says softly, so only those on the platform can hear.

    “While I would no doubt have appreciated Concordia's... input in this decision, I suppose we must nevertheless conclude this farce,” Lyssa interjects. Before anyone can pre-empt her, she calls out to the whole plaza:

    “Now... who here questions the queen's strength and vigour?”

    The drunken Belyse is about to raise her hand when Tisiphone brusquely stops her. The others might have followed a strong display of unanimity by three Matriarchs, but hardly a minority of one Matriarch and a drunk.

    Lyssa can't help but smirk at the two before continuing, even louder: “And who here supports the rightful queen of Amazonia and wish to follow her to battle and glory?”

    A spontaneous cheer erupts from the crowd. Calypso cheers with them, raising her fist to the sky. Tatiana bows reverently and Feidlimid pragmatically follows suit.

    The women in the plaza start kneeling as the euphoria spreads. Caught up in the moment, the councillors do as well – with Tisiphone and Belyse grudgingly coming in last.

    Lyssa basks in the attention, awe and adoration, letting it wash over her bare skin. The sense of relief alone is almost unbearable, but this sudden about-face... she feels like she might burst from pride alone. The queen watches her subjects gleefully. This is as things should be.

    Beside her, Inanna blinks as she looks around, still very much confused by the whole thing.

     
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  • Chapter 9: Prosperity through Procrastination

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    From the moment Queen Lyssa of Amazonia left the shadow of the Temple of Rigg, it was as if she was walking on air. Her opponents had been discredited. The death of Concordia of Cuauhlotl had broken the cohesion of resistance to her rule.

    The redoubtable Calypso might have listened to the careful Concordia, but Tisiphone's naked ambition did not agree with the marshal. Because she was the most powerful Matriarch by far, with an army that easily rivalled the queen's own, Calypso's loyalty did much to secure Lyssa's position.

    There were rumours that the queen had caused Concordia's death, but few took these claims seriously. No one could imagine where she would find someone versed in such magic. Not without searching far across the seas. Unless... she had somehow ended up in cahoots with the Ruinous Powers of Chaos themselves, but the notion that any Amazon could fall to Chaos was preposterous to all.

    Perhaps just as importantly to Lyssa, her second daughter was also proved safe and sound. It was not like she had doubted Inanna's strength and fighting prowess – the girl had been tutored by the great Jaguar of the Sea herself, after all. Still, seeing her daughter emerge from Rigg's Shrine as a true Amazon was a source of relief, but also pride for the queen.

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    As they say, beauty is in the gore of the dinosaur

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    For her part, Lyssa has her own theory explaining Concordia's demise. Undoubtedly, her adoption of a celibate lifestyle had sapped the Matriarch's vigour and strength, leaving her vulnerable to the disease that felled her. With this in mind, the queen resolves not to end up like that: At the Serena ritual following the events at the Temple Plaza, she makes sure to enjoy the menfolk on offer to the fullest. However, she is meticulous about avoiding the fertility ritual's true purpose. Her latest pregnancy still lingering in her mind she is not about to let that happen again any time soon.

    No matter the underlying cause of Concordia's demise, Lyssa wastes no time taking advantage of it. The Matriarch had only sired male children – one of the reasons she swore off contact with men completely. As such, there is no heir to succeed her. Acting upon the prerogative she had bestowed upon herself after her victory over the halflings of Amocan, the queen returns the domain of Cuauhlotl to the Throne. In other words; to herself.

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    Amazonia in 2019, with the domains controlled directly by Queen Lyssa in light green


    This move is endorsed by the foremost of Concordia's advisers, her former steward Azu – the woman who first informed Lyssa of her mistress's death. Completely unrelated, Azu finds herself replacing the disgraced Belyse as steward in Lyssa's council. Furthermore, the queen elevates the “lucky” commoner to carry the noble name “Cuauhlotl”, to be held by her daughters in perpetuity.

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    A competent steward who doesn't hate Lyssa? Madness! As an aside, she seems to have gotten a bit of a tan after coming to Ganaina...


    Interestingly, despite her role in discrediting the queen before the Temple Plaza incident, Tisiphone of Tetla retains both her title and her position on the council. No longer fearing a united front against her rule, Lyssa feels confident enough in her authority to avoid the unprecedented step of stripping a Matriarch of her nobility. Instead she keeps her erstwhile rival close – where she can keep an eye on her. In addition, although the queen will not admit it publicly, the ambitious woman is a competent diplomat and warrior. With the wars she has promised her people, Lyssa will need every commander she can get.

    In return for Tisiphone's cooperation, Lyssa refrains from pushing the fact that she was one of the women opposing her reign. Much better to keep the Matriarch's misdeeds hanging over her head in case she decides to try anything...


    With order restored and the much more dependable Azu managing the realm's resources, Amazonia prospers. Or rather, the wealth at the queen's disposal increases considerably. Slaves previously taken from Amocan and Pircaro are put to good use constructing lodging and training areas in Ganaina for the army Lyssa seeks to raise.

    In addition, slaves are sent to toil in the fields and thus freeing up Amazons on gardening duty to practice their martial skills more. Lyssa might have promised war – and certainly wishes to pursue one to keep the naysayers occupied – but she is not happy with the number of warriors at her disposal. The effects of the devastation of 1997 are still felt. Not only the loss of many strong shieldmaidens, but so too the children they would have borne. Children who would have been in their prime now...

    * * *​

    09.10.2019
    Lyssa's sigh carries through the empty hall. Artisans have started work renovating the grand throne room, but work is slow going and fraught with trouble. The queen habitually laments that Amazons are not used to building anything grander than stick fences and mud huts. One can hardly fault the slaves when their supervisors have no idea what they're doing. However, this is not the matter that dismays her this afternoon.

    Showing no sign of taking a seat at the dinner table, Matriarch Calypso impatiently waits to deliver her report. For her part, Lyssa had hoped to sit down together for an informal dinner and maybe a glass of wine or three. To her chagrin, the Jaguar of the Sea still seems rather distant even after what happened at Temple Plaza. When Lyssa gestures for her visitor to take a seat, Calypso instead speaks up:

    “We have assembled eighty or so more recruits since last time. I have some of my most experienced warriors training them.” She hardly seems pleased about this.

    “Only eighty...” Lyssa sighs, disappointed. It's been months since she ordered her marshal to gather Amazon refugees from Amocan, dispossessed tribeswomen and women who have gone too long without practising their martial skills and forge them into a fighting force. At this rate the queen felt her realm would be ready to make war on the foreign invaders in something like five years.

    “Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a nice bed warmer as much as the next Amazon,” Lyssa greatly understates, “but hearing these numbers... I wish the invaders had taken some of our males rather than our shieldmaidens in the Great Raid.”

    “It is our duty as Amazons to protect the weak,” Calypso reminds the queen.

    “I can't invade the Triad Islands with an army of men!” Lyssa laughs heartily and even her marshal has to concede an amused smile at the thought. She shakes her head: “So many useless males and so few warriors...”

    Looking thoughtful for a moment, Calypso relates: “The Sisterhood says that a long, long time ago we had strange magic created by the Old Ones that could decide the sex of Amazon children. But now I'm afraid we have to make do with what we got.”

    “That would have been very handy two years ago...” the queen grumbles. That damn, troublesome brat she had struggled so hard to bring into this world. She did not wish to sacrifice her son to the gods, but the thought had struck her...

    “Hopefully you can still pass on a measure of your power and might through him,” Calypso offers.

    Lyssa considers her marshal's words, but doesn't feel very reassured. What do her future grandchildren help with her current predicament. Still, it does somewhat mollify her anger over Fak's failure to be born a girl. Perhaps he'll be of use yet...

    Hoping her flattery has an effect, Calypso presses on: “I'm certain we will be ready for war by spring.”

    Hesitating, the queen silently goes through all the problems with her marshal's impetuous plan. There are not enough trained warriors... and not enough war canoes to carry them, much less fend off the great ships the pirates own. Not wishing to upset the battle-hungry Matriarch further, she says diplomatically:

    When we're ready, we shall fall upon the interlopers like furious gods of war.”​

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    When Calypso's designated time arrives next year, it seems Lyssa still does not deem her forces ready. Instead of sailing to the Triad Islands, the queen travels to Zalli where the fort guarding the Amaxon River has just been finished. However, Lyssa is not quite done here yet. In fact, the wooden stronghold – though one of the mightiest structures built by Amazons in recent memory – is but the foundation for a larger, even stronger fortress.

    And so another year passes in relative peace disturbed only by the occasional raid deeper into the jungles of Lustria. These raids bring goods that can be traded with independent Amazon realms further up the Amaxon. The shrewd Azu sets a few small trade expeditions in motion and Queen Lyssa is quite pleased with the results. Delicious fruits and highland honey from Gwangee Valley certainly sweeten the deal, convincing the queen to try expanding this trade business... even if it is not as honourable an endeavour compared to making war.

    With gradual development on Lyssa's mind rather than a sudden offensive, each month strengthens the realm ever so slightly. However, the promised great and glorious war remains elusive...

    * * *​

    11.03.2021
    Queen Lyssa leans back in her seat and smiles to herself. A seven-course meal and a few cups of chicha and mead certainly puts her in a much better mood to meet with Azu and discuss infrastructure concerns. What a happy – and most assuredly in no way intentional – coincidence that her schedule should turn out this way!

    Lyssa languidly turns her head to look at the throne behind her. Ideally she should probably receive her steward from there, but she just doesn't feel like getting up right now... Sighing contently she closes her eyes to enjoy the pleasant warmth from the alcohol until she hears the door to the throne room open.

    “Ah, there you are, Azu,” Lyssa smiles, pretending that she has been waiting for a while.

    “Did you enjoy your meal, Your Highness?” the steward smiles in return as she steps deferentially over to her mistress.

    “It was excellent,” Lyssa nods, her gaze landing on the table before her. All the dishes have been cleaned up, so how did the other woman know? She quickly dismisses the question and bids Azu say her piece.

    “We have finished the expansion of the South Square warrior lodge and set up a shooting range for Amazons to practise their archery and javelin throwing,” the steward explains. “I feel we are doing well in Matriarch Calypso's absence.”

    “I realize she needs to look after her island tribes, but I hope she gets her ass back here as soon as possible,” Lyssa grumbles before brightening up and smiling proudly: “At least Inanna is here to help out.”

    Looking like she suddenly has something stuck in her throat, Azu stammers: “Ah... hah... yes. Yes of course. Some of the shieldmaidens have a bit of trouble following her, uhm, unique instructions... but she is quite, ahem, 'inspirational'.”

    To illustrate the royal daughter's technique, the steward slams her fist into her palm.

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    Inanna SMASH!


    Lyssa quirks an eyebrow, but before she can ask Azu to elaborate, there is a knock on the double doors to the great hall. A rather agitated Tatiana comes running in without being admitted:

    “Your Highness, a bird has arrived from Matriarch Calypso,” the huntress says breathlessly.

    “Oh?” Lyssa perks up before her demeanour darkens: “Wait... she isn't writing to say she's going to stay at home on Quetzl is she?”

    Tatiana hesitates slightly before replying: “My queen, she is in Zarmuda.”

    “She's what now??” Lyssa blurts out once she has processed her spymaster's words.

    “It seems she has taken matters in her own hands and taken the fight to the pirates without you, Your Highness,” Azu offers, her eyes on the messenger.

    The queen taps her fingers on her stomach as she considers this. While Calypso is free to raid as she please, her attacking the foreigners on her own like this could reflect badly on Lyssa herself. While considering how to handle that issue, Lyssa bids Tatiana continue: “Did she have anything else to say?”

    Tatiana swallows before continuing: “The main pirate force arrived after the Matriarch took the island. Her army is broken, surrounded and outnumbered. She... she is actually asking for you to come to her rescue.”

     
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  • Chapter 10: The Drowned

    Crumbling spires and empty temples are all that remain of the once mighty temple city of Zarmuda. The rest has disappeared beneath the waves millennia ago. Over time, even the immense structures breaking the surface began to falter. Some toppled buildings have smashed together, creating broken bridges of land and shallow lagoons between the pyramids. In turn, the labyrinthine ghost city has trapped sediment and eroded masonry, making it appear as an island at first glance. Small pools of rainwater nourish hardy plants and omnipresent vines, further obscuring the ruins and confounding attempts to navigate it. A myriad of nooks and crannies connected by webs of rope bridges and ladders provide excellent hiding places for pirates and... other things...​

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    “My Lady, Marshal Khadij was killed when her party stumbled upon a nest of undead.” A sour-faced Amazon delivers the bad news inside the gloomy chamber of a long-abandoned shrine. Several warrior women are packed in there, among broken walls, caved-in ceiling tiles and toppled columns. Occasionally, temple shakes and resounds as the distant sound of cannon fire is followed by the cracking and breaking of masonry.

    Princess Calypso clutches her side and groans. It's not just from the news. A bullet from a pirate's fire-rod buried itself inside her flesh two days ago. There has been no time to look after it: There are dozens of Amazons who require the care of the priestesses and healers more than her. Fortunately her generously padded waist kept the projectile from striking organs, instead grazing her abdomen before embedding itself in her side.

    The Matriarch shakes her head. Their position is untenable, but making a counter-attack now would be fatal. The pirate scum would gun them down as soon as they show themselves. There is only one thing to do.

    “Everyone, prepare to move out.” Calypso turns back to the bearer of bad news: “Tina, get word out to everyone else. Come nightfall everyone is to leave their positions.”

    “We will fall upon them with the fury of Rigg!” Tina assures her, anticipating that the Jaguar of the Sea will inspire everyone with her famous bravery.

    Taking her hand off her wound for a moment, Calypso looks deep into the blood covering it and shakes her head: “No. We will pull back. Further into this accursed city...”​

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    Standing at the prow of a sleek war canoe, Queen Lyssa squints as she sees angular cliffs rise out of the otherwise unbroken sea before her. The familiar Old One architecture grows clearer as they approach, made bizarre if only by the ruins appearing here in the middle of the ocean.

    “The big pirate canoes are nowhere to be seen, Your Highness,” Tatiana observes, standing just behind the queen.

    Lyssa acknowledges her with a small nod. She does not appear surprised or worried. Instead she tilts her head, listening to the waves crashing against the boat's hull.

    “Uhm... Your Highness, should we lower the sails?”

    Lyssa rewards her inquiry with silence. After a while a small smile appears on her lips: “No...” she says inscrutably. “Full speed ahead! And prepare for battle!”



    The Amazon fleet charges into the shallow lagoon formed between the tops of two gigantic, shattered temples. Bewildered pirate sentries take pot shots at them, but the wild warrior women are not frightened by their crackling fire rods. Seeing their enemy as stand-ins for all the Easterners that have wronged their people of the centuries, the Amazons are all too eager to take the fight to them. Furthermore, they are not out here in the middle of the ocean just out of revenge for past slights. They are here to save their sisters.

    Having been allowed free passage to the artificial island from the lack of a blockade, the Amazons are able to establish a beachhead and regroup. It turns out their enemy have moved inland, into the labyrinth of toppled buildings, crude pirate shelters and seemingly random bridges and passageways.

    “Think of it as a jungle in the sea,” Lyssa says as she sends out Tatiana and her huntresses ahead of the main force as scouts. Using body paint and camouflage, the Amazons dart through the ruins undetected, catching their enemies by surprise.

    Undisciplined and disorganized, the pirates have settled in whatever sheltered nook they could find rather than establish any kind of coherent defence. When the Amazons fall upon them, they are scattered on the slopes of lurching ziggurats overlooking a gap in the ruins, wide enough to form a river of salt water, debris and flotsam.

    The battle is hard fought as small groups of bewildered pirates spring up in the middle of the Amazon forces. Even as it might seem like the warrior women are carrying the day, another ragged band appear out of nowhere.

    “Your Highness!” a young redhead in the queen's bodyguard calls out. “We have lost contact with the scouts. You are too exposed here; should we fall back?”

    The queen gasps for breath from the unfamiliar exertion of battle, leaning on her bloodied spear. “No!” she pants, scanning the battlefield – such as it is among vine-covered steps and toppled masonry. “Keep herding them towards the channel!”​

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    Brought out of her battle focus, Lyssa is left looking at the fighting from high up on the slope of one of the fallen temples. Her eyes sweep the melee, over the languid “river” and up the many-tiered balconies on the opposite side. It is as if several villages crashed on top of each other, creating deep and twisting streets through the wreckage. Her eyes linger as if looking for something. Then, in the corner of her eye... The queen shifts her attention. A dishevelled pirate stumbles out of one of the dark fissures in the collapsed warren. Then another. Suddenly, dozens of enemies are pouring forth. It is as if the city echoes with a vengeful cry as it disgorges the interlopers.

    “More of the vengeful dead?” one of the queen's bodyguards says wearily.

    The queen's brow furrows, then almost slumps to the ground with relief as Zarmuda's voice becomes clearer – and something altogether more familiar.

    “RIIIGG AND GLORY!!” The clarion call precedes the vengeful furies that follow their fleeing enemies. Wounded and battered, Amazons chase the pirates into the water on the opposite bank from Lyssa's force. Bogged down by seaweed and debris, the scoundrels wade into the channel only to be skewered from behind by unforgiving spears.

    “Princess Calypso! It is Calypso's army!” Lyssa's warriors call out happily as the unexpected reinforcements pelt their enemy with arrows and stones.

    Lyssa herself looks worried, however. Intently scanning the opposite bank, she notices the absence of one of Calypso's warriors in particular: The Jaguar herself. The queen finds herself forgetting the battle completely as unbidden thoughts race in her mind. Conflicting thoughts.

    What does it mean for Amazonia to lose another Matriarch so soon after the last. The strongest of them no less. In fact, the only who could hope to rival the queen in power and influence...

    Lyssa isn't sure what to think of the answers her mind is about to offer up. And then, staggering out of the shadows, the Jaguar of the Sea makes her appearance. Emerging to see her warriors secure victory, the Matriarch does not seem to savour it. She tries to hide it, but to someone who knows her like Lyssa does there seems to be something missing. Far from revelling in it, the fiery lust for battle seems to have been put out in Calypso Toucana's heart.​

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    While the second battle for Zarmuda was no pushover, some Amazons wonder how they were able to occupy the sunken city as easily as they did. The Queen of the Pirates is rumoured to be a genius: how could she allow her forces to be caught out like this. The Queen of the Amazons knows the answer: The shrewd Elana Marle had already left.

    Unsurprisingly, over two thousand pirates were in no mood to be stuffed together in claustrophobic ruins with all manners of slimy dead things just to wait out a few deranged women playing hide and seek. Instead, a few hundred were left behind while the rest sailed off to plunder greener pastures: Amazonia itself. Trusting in her new fortifications, Lyssa took advantage of this to ignore the raiders and sail straight for Zarmuda. Being informed that the pirates were attacking Belyse's lands rather than her own probably helped her make this decision.

    Rather than face the combined Amazon army when it returns, the pirates bug out and return to their hideouts in the Triad Islands. In fact, they seem content to just let the Amazons have Zarmuda. Perhaps a flooded city full of zombies isn't that great of a prize...

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    05.06.2021
    Followed by two bodyguards, Lyssa strides into the dimly lit temple hall – or what is left of it. Once a massive complex, the remnants are spacious enough to have served as the Amazon headquarters as they bring Zarmuda properly under control.

    A few prominent commanders have assembled for a quick meeting. The queen doesn't bat an eyelash at interrupting whatever they are discussing, speaking up as she comes up to them: “How is the wound?” she asks Calypso matter-of-factly.

    “It's just going to leave a scar,” the Matriarch replies, trying to downplay it. A permanent reminder of her foolhardiness for going off to war by herself. Lyssa would have rebuked her for her actions, but over the weeks they've spent pacifying the ruin-island it has become apparent that the experience has humbled the Jaguar more than Lyssa's words ever could.

    “Are you well enough to sail out of here?” she asks instead.

    “Sail?” the Matriarch blurts out.

    A woman in Calypso's entourage counters: “There could still be pirates hiding in places we have not found yet. Not to mention the dead that still roam the sunken bowels of the city.”

    A shiver goes through the usually resolute Tatiana. She had survived her party being ambushed by a horde of shambling corpses. Many of her fellow huntresses had been torn apart and devoured alive before her eyes, but the spymaster herself had survived with a rough gash across her face. She did not speak much of what happened, but Lyssa had heard her muttering about “The eyes! The green eyes that burn!” in her sleep.

    “We have wasted enough time here,” Lyssa counters. “Calypso, Zarmuda is yours to govern on my behalf. Leave as many shieldmaidens as you deem necessary. The rest... we're leaving now.”

    Having hopefully placated Calypso with this 'gift', Lyssa anticipates protests as usual from Tatiana. Instead, the muscle-bound woman just looks up slowly and meets the queen's eyes with a sullen look. “Let's go,” she says mechanically.

    Lyssa steps over and puts a hand on the spymaster's shoulder. Looking into her eyes, the queen says firmly: “Hang in there, girl. We're not going home just yet.”​
     
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  • Chapter 11: A Taste for Conquest
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    12.06.2021
    Lying down, Queen Lyssa throws her arm over eyes against the light. Blocking everything out except the annoying sound of sea birds. The large canoe rocking in the waves, reminding her that she is still not home. The camp bedding wedged in the aft of the boat was hardly the kind of mattress she was used to, but it had to suffice. Months on the campaign trail has left her exhausted. Though perhaps she is more tired of roughing it, rather than too much physical exertion.

    “Your Highness...” A tentative voice calls out softly.

    Lyssa grumbles to herself, even if she does appreciate the interloper's understanding. She opens her eyes to see the redhead in her bodyguard sitting at her feet, leaning slightly forward.

    “We are almost to Mamazo,” the young woman explains, speaking of the domain of Matriarch Belyse. Lyssa did not care much for what happened to the disobedient drunkard or her wealth, but as queen she could not allow her realm to be raided by filthy pirates. “Although... we have word the pirates have fled, going back to Kavana.” She cannot hide her disappointment.

    “I guess they heard I was coming,” Lyssa smirks sluggishly.

    “Undoubtedly.” While as bold as Tatiana and Calypso, this red-haired girl was much more willing to swallow such baseless boasting than them.

    Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Lyssa tries to refocus her mind around this bit of news. She doesn't know the exact number of warriors she has with her right now. However if the plan is to chase the pirates back to their strongholds, the answer is no doubt “not enough”. And if they are half as weary of being out at sea as she is, those warriors are in no shape to charge cannons and stone forts.

    Crawling to sit almost upright, Lyssa looks at the young Amazon in front of her. A fire burns in her eyes, every bit as vibrant as her deep red hair. This one did not sail all this way just to go back to Ganaina. A small part of Lyssa has to agree... she has endured all these hardships and what does she have to show for it? A ruin in the middle of the ocean.

    “Send a bird to Ganaina,” the queen tells her bodyguard firmly. “Get a message to Azu telling her to rustle up whatever reinforcements she can and meet us in Catlmox.”

    The pirates may have slipped away, but there is no reason they can't go look for an easier fight. Besides, there will be a few weeks before Azu can catch up to them, which means time for some rest and recreation. Surely there must be one or two talented males in Catlmox – and failing that, there is always Miyan cuisine.​

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    Catlmox is the westernmost part of Queen Lyssa's realm. This peninsula controls the sea routes along the Scorpion Coast and was once the seat of the large Miyan domain of Amocan. Not only had Lyssa taken the halfling chief Ikengrim's capital, the war six years ago had shattered his power completely.

    Since then, the once-mighty Amocan has split into three. Jumped-up peasants have wrested control of most of the former domain, while the small territory in the west Ikengrim still controls is now under siege by Lizardmen forces.

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    Amocan, to the west of Amazonia, now split into three after Lyssa took Catlmox

    Rather than take her diminished forces on a risky invasion of the Triad Islands, Lyssa has decided to take advantage of this chaos. Not only are the coastal plains a tempting target, Amocan is also home to a few small Amazon tribes. In fact, the western half of the domain, all the way to Jamarco, used to be ruled by Amazon chiefs. That is, until the last of them ran afoul Chief Ikengrim in the wake of Amocan's defeat at the hands of Lyssa and Calypso.

    The weeks spent waiting for reinforcements offer a welcome opportunity for the Amazons to recuperate with minimal risk of finding zombies under their beds. Even so, it is clear this is still a frontier province. A significant part of the original population has been enslaved to work on Queen Lyssa's construction projects and not enough Amazons have migrated to entirely replace them yet.

    Eventually, Azu arrives with reinforcements from Ganaina, accompanied by Lyssa's daughter Inanna. They number barely a hundred, but against the foe Lyssa envisions this will suffice. More importantly, the bulk of her army has had time to rest.

    Leaving the boats behind this time, Lyssa's army marches west. Two months after leaving Zarmuda, they arrive in Tlachcoatl. None of its fractured neighbours come to its aid. Despite this, the halflings are not about to give up the freedom they finally achieved just one year prior. They are brave, but hopelessly outnumbered: Fresh and with the eager Inanna as one of its commanders, the Amazon army crushes the Miyan with barely any casualties.



    04.10.2021
    Lounging in a makeshift throne, Queen Lyssa covers her mouth to stifle a yawn. It might not be very dignified, but she's way beyond caring. Her forces have chased halfling guerilla fighters for the last few months and she is sick and tired of this whole campaign. She could have ordered all the half-people slaughtered one by one, but that would have left the area as empty a prize as Zarmuda. Someone had to work the fields and her Amazons had better things to do. Like fighting and hunting.

    Lyssa licks her lips, her mind drifting to the many, delicious ways Quihuatzin, her Miyan servant, could prepare a capybara. Eventually, she manages to banish the tasty thoughts from her mind: There is no time for day dreaming. She will be back in Ganaina soon enough.

    A relatively tall Miyan is brought before her. He looks exhausted, torn and battered – but not beaten. Lyssa betrays no emotion as he is pushed to his knees before her. Inside she is delighted: The leader of the Tlachcoatl Miyan, surrendered to her at last. Merely a commoner, but able to avoid capture for so long.

    “I throw me on the mercy of yours,” the halfling says in broken Amazonian. “Please be to spare the people of mine.”

    The queen taps her lips, considering his petition. After all, Rigg smiles upon those that slay their enemies... but on the other hand, the Miyan of Amocan do worship the Old Ones as the Amazons do.

    “Of course,” Lyssa says in what she assumes is a kind tone. To everyone else she sounds more snappy and impatient. “Assuming 'the people of yours' all swear eternal loyalty to me.” She pauses to gauge the Miyan chief's reaction before adding helpfully: “The same goes for you as well.”

    “I...” Beads of sweat appear on the halfling's brow. “We have much of the honour to have big queen as protector. Much praise for Old Ones for the kindness”

    Lyssa steels herself as she looks from the little Miyan to the inner circle of dignitaries accompanying her. This is the most expedient way to end this conflict, but no doubt there are murmurs of discontent at such “kindness”. Azu returns the queen's gaze with a subtle nod and a small smile. Azu always knows how to respond properly. More curiously, Calypso looks not at all offended at the prospect of peace – and she is not a woman to keep her opinions to herself. Tatiana just stares glumly into her lap, offering none of the anticipated fiery objections. And finally, Lyssa's daughter Inanna just looks mildly confused as to what is going on.

    “As your Queen, I swear to never let the tyrant Ikengrim harm your people ever again,” Lyssa says, hoping she sounds inspirational. She leaves out the fact that a few days ago she got word that Lizardmen had finally taken Ikengrim's last stronghold, ending any threat he might pose. “Now, for your oath...”​

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    Curious as it may seem to let Tlachcoatl remain in Miyan hands, it means Lyssa wastes no more time pacifying the province like she did Zarmuda. Furthermore, with the great domain of Amocan finally ended with Ikengrim's fall in Jamarco, the western border of her realm is fairly secure. With this in mind, as the year comes to an end, Lyssa disbands her army. They are ordered to rest and recover – and be ready for the new year.

    Back in Ganaina, Lyssa does not simply slip into torpor. While she very much enjoys the comforts of home after several months away, there are things that require her attention. It soon becomes apparent that Tatiana is not going to recover from her horrifying encounter with the undead of Zarmuda. Whether it is guilt over the deaths of her fellow huntresses or sudden cowardice, Lyssa does not particularly care either way. Fallen deep into depression, the young woman is no longer fit to be spymaster. Fortunately, an older Amazon by the name of Cassiopeia has caught the queen's attention. Much more subdued than Tatiana, she is also much more subtle.

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    The fact that she seems to mistrust everyone and everything is probably also a boon to a spymaster.

    Buoyed by her relatively easy conquests, Lyssa is starting to get a proper taste for war. However, while her previous reluctance has lessened, she is still not about to go in unprepared. So far she has fought cowardly pirates and half-people. Her next target could prove more of a challenge.

    Getting her army back in fighting shape is one thing. Lyssa finds more concern in its leadership. With Tatiana out of the game, the queen realizes she is completely reliant on Calypso, her daughter and the treacherous Tisiphone. She figures the Jaguar of the Sea deserves some time off after her ordeal on Zarmuda and Inanna is... Lyssa loves her second daughter very much and she is a brave and fearsome warrior, but she can also be a bit... dim.

    During the battle for Zarmuda, a young redhead in her bodyguard had acquitted herself very well, showing both bravery and a flair for tactics. The fact that she isn't one to call attention to herself like the flashy Calypso and self-obsessed Tisiphone also helps, but Lyssa is not about to admit to that. Instead she quickly promotes this humble commoner and even bothers to learn her name at last. The young Kriemhild, with hair as red as Rigg herself, certainly shows promise.

    However, between the untested Kriemhild and potentially unreliable Amazons like Tisiphone and Harmothoe, Chief Priestess of Rigg's Shrine, Lyssa also feels she needs commanders she can trust. And just as importantly: trust not to steal fame and attention away from herself. Her choice is as perfect as it is unconventional.

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    “Oh what is this now?” Delight singing in her voice, Lyssa cheers up as she sees the evening feast. Roasted banana provides a bed for spicy sausages glistening with grease. Elegantly adorned with grilled fruit slices, the dish is accompanied by an array of tantalizing side dishes, from sweet root pancakes to fluffy buns.

    “It is the nice meal for leave tomorrow,” Quihuatzin explains as she pours the queen a cup of chicha. The halfling servant then takes a step back, observing quietly as Lyssa takes a sip.

    “Right, of course... I guess I shouldn't be surprised you know about that.” Scooping up a dollop of mashed banana, Lyssa looks thoughtful as she chews.

    “Interest in the fighting is mine, after all,” the Miyan reminds her.

    Lyssa chuckles before continuing to wolf down her meal. After a while, immensely pleased with food and drink, she muses: “We haven't really had time to... meet up since I came back, have we...” she says, referring to their secret sparring sessions.

    “Big queen was busy?” Quihuatzin suggests, refilling said queen's cup.

    “Mmmh...” Lyssa says into her chicha. Skewering a thick sausage, she nibbles on it thoughtfully. “You know, there was one thing I meant to give you before I leave again. I suppose you can think of it as a reward if you'd like.”

    The halfling's eyes narrow slightly, uncertain where the queen is going with this.

    “Here, before I forget.” Leaning over the side of her throne, Lyssa picks up a feathered headdress with a grunt. She pauses to wipe a bit of creamy sauce from her chin before handing it to the confused servant.

    “But... is the hat for the boss lady, no?”

    Lyssa nods matter-of-factly: “Yeah, now take it. I've barely gotten to touch my food,” she exaggerates.

    “Is for the dressing up?” The look on Lyssa's face suggests otherwise. “Wait... Your Bigness is really meaning this?”

    “You said you were good at fighting, right? Here's your chance to prove it.” Having finally handed over the commander's headdress, Lyssa returns to her feasting. “You're coming with me tomorrow – and you won't just be in charge of provisions.”​


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    Unfortunately, Quihuatzin cannot be made a “Court Dwarf”. Presumably it is her lack of a beard and grudges.

    With her newly minted army leaders in tow, Lyssa sets sail with her army. This time she is heading east. In Cuauhlotl she meets up with the tribeswomen defending the eastern border of her realm... and marches straight across it and into the lands of the Tarantula Coast Amazons. Following up on years of propaganda, she is there to liberate these estranged sisters from their tyrannical chief, Parthenia.

    The Amazonian army lays siege to Parthenia's main seat in Teuinoch. Convinced by Tisiphone's diplomatic efforts, the tribes around the stronghold do not come to their mistress's aid. Thus unable to break the siege, Parthenia is forced to slip away after a few weeks, leaving Teuinoch in Lyssa's hands.

    Parthenia is not one to give up easily however. Escaping eastward, she raises her remaining bannerwomen. Rather than wait for her, Lyssa marches her forces to meet the Tarantula Amazons in open battle. The fighting is fierce, but the right flank led by Kriemhild manages to push through and start encircling the enemy force. A terrifying hammer blow of a charge from Inanna's heavy infantry seals their fate.

    Soundly beaten and chased to the ends of her domain, a fuming Parthenia is forced to give Lyssa the richest and most populated half of it. The victorious queen tours the area, allowing her new subjects to welcome her as their new ruler.

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    Amazonia after Lyssa's most recent conquests, with Zarmuda to the far north.

    Lyssa finishes her tour in Parthenia's old capital where the army settles in to celebrate the Ritual of Serena in honour of Lyssa's victory. As part of the ceremony, the queen's youngest daughter Phaedra performs her rite of passage. Brought along on campaign, the battle against Parthenia is deemed to have been her trial. While not as well-spoken as Maya or skilled in battle as Inanna, the young girl is competent at both diplomacy and warfare. Will this ambitious girl be content to live in the shadow of her older sisters?

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    She completed her rite of passage, which to be fair already makes her way better than Maya

    With the weeks of revelry at an end, Lyssa finally rouses herself to take her army back to Ganaina. Instead of returning the way she came, the queen decides to take advantage of yet another civil war in the Lizardman domain of Xahutec. Marching straight through the deep jungle, the Amazons raid the rebellious province of Sopa. They march straight through it, plundering as they go, but before they reach Tetla they run into trouble. The army of Xahutec has arrived to punish the rebels – and deal with pesky invaders.

    Her army much reduced by months of fighting against Parthenia and the subsequent trek through the hostile jungles around Xahutec, Lyssa is nevertheless forced to fight. Slightly outnumbered, the Amazons nevertheless manage to hold their ground, even when the Lizardmen bring two mighty Stegadons to bear. Aided by the massive war beasts, the lizards push back the Amazon flanks. Suddenly, Queen Lyssa finds herself exposed at the head of the army – and facing the enemy general.

    Riding a massive Cold One, the skink utters a hissing challenge. Tightening her grip on her spear, Lyssa grits her teeth. Her eyes flit from the expectant faces around her to the slavering jaws of her opponent's steed. Not waiting for an answer, the Lizardman commander lowers its spear, preparing to charge...

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  • Chapter 12: Rigg Wills It


    02.09.2022
    Opposite Queen Lyssa on the field of battle, the enemy general kicks its steed into action. The mighty Cold One roars and dashes forward. Lyssa's mind races with possibilities, none of them reassuring. She can think of a few techniques to bring to bear, but all alone she does not fancy her chances with any of them.

    Lyssa's grip tightens so much it threatens to break and she lets out a frustrated growl. Around her, embattled Amazons are looking to her for inspiration. The whole battle might hinge on this moment. There is only one choice. The Queen of Amazonia lifts her weapon to the sky and bellows:
    “Regroup on me! Shield wall!”

    The order catches her bodyguards by surprise and they take a moment to form up. That's fine, because Lyssa has already turned and retreated. It buys her enough time from the snapping jaws behind her to slip behind her warriors. This queen is not going to end up losing her life for nothing like the ill-fated Thalestris before her.

    Faced with a wall of spears, the Lizardman commander tugs the reins of its warbeast and turns back. The queen is safe, but at what cost...​

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    I actually didn't get a choice

    Already losing ground, seeing their queen turn tail like this even further demoralizes the Amazons. As they are steadily beaten back, Lyssa commands a retreat. There is nothing she can do but save as many of her warriors as she can – and make sure her two daughters are okay.

    With the way to Tetla blocked, the retreating Amazons are forced to forge their way through the thick jungles to the north. The Lizardmen are dissuaded from pursuit by a spirited rear guard action by Kriemhild. Instead they turn their attention to crushing their own rebels, allowing the remaining Amazons to escape.

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    Back in Amazon territory there awaits a small break for the beaten Amazons: The boats they sailed east on are still moored in Cuauhlotl. No one complains when the order is given to board and return home.

    Then, upon arriving in Ganaina, Lyssa promptly disbands her forces again and disappears into her palace. Practically locking herself up in there, the queen refuses to see anyone but the women closest to her. In fact she seems to be distracting herself – and distancing herself – with extravagant banquets over the next days.


    07.10.2022
    Queen Lyssa takes a sip from her cup, only to find it empty. Her eyes scan the table, only to find no drinks within easy reach. “More wine!” she yells to anyone who might be listening.

    One who indeed is listening is her steward Azu. The spindly woman comes up to the queen with an apologetic look: “I am afraid we are out of the Easterner wine, Your Highness.”

    Slamming down her cup with a silent curse, Lyssa studies the woman beside her. She expected Quihuatzin, her halfling servant. The steward's presence does raise the annoying spectre of reality in the back of her mind. Lyssa tries to recall the last few days, but it is all a blur to her.

    “That's too bad,” the queen grumbles. “We won't be raiding for more any time soon.”

    Azu offers her a kind smile: “You did the right thing, Your Highness. Falling back was the only option.”

    Picking up her cup again, Lyssa stares into it: “You're right. I'm not – ah... we're not in a position to throw away Amazon lives. Even in glorious combat.”

    The queen sighs. This short conversation has been enough to break the spell and she is out of the comfortable denial she had eaten and drunk herself into. No matter the amount of foreign vintage and grilled meat; the battle against the Lizardmen would still be a loss. She had let her warriors' disappointment get to her, but the truth is it is not her job to casually throw her life away. She is the queen and her job is to rule. And through her rule, Amazonia will be strengthened and able to take on any enemy.

    For a moment, Lyssa considers asking Azu just what wise governing she has been displaying the last few days but decides against it. She will have plenty of chances to prove her greatness soon enough. Instead she gets right to business:

    “Even so, we need even more warriors. Send a message to Quetzlpan and tell Calypso that her vacation is over. I need her to get back to recruiting and training shieldmaidens.”

    “Our domain has welcomed quite a few more tribes with your most recent conquests,” Azu observes with a dash of flattery. She looks at her queen expectantly to see if she takes the hint.

    “No,” Lyssa tells her firmly. “We are not distributing any land or handing it to new Matriarchs.” She had just gotten rid of one troublesome Matriarch with Azu's former mistress – she is not about to diminish her power any time soon. “You know Cuauhlotl better than anyone, Azu. It has done perfectly fine under my rule, without any Matriarch, right?”

    “Ah, you wish to rule the newly conquered lands directly, Your Highness.”

    Lyssa nods: “We just have to make sure everything runs smoothly. It would not do to miss out on timber from Zalli, maize from Amocan, honey from Cuauhlotl, spices from...” Realizing her mouth is watering, she stops and clears her throat: “Ahem... what I mean is, all this stuff needs to be managed properly.”

    “Of course Your Highness. It's just that, this isn't usually done...” Azu ventures meekly.

    “That's another reason Calypso needs to get her fat ass down here. I'm calling a council of dignitaries to settle this issue.” The queen's tone leaves no doubt that there will be very little discussion and a lot of dictating at this meeting. “I assume I can leave the details to you, my steward?” she finishes with a wink.

    “Of course, Your Highness. I will take care of everything.” It is obvious Azu's mind is racing behind her reassuring eyes.

    “Speaking of which...” Lyssa looks thoughtful as she picks up a piece of corn pie, considering its taste as she chews. “I need you to go to Catlmox.”

    Azu blinks in surprise: “Excuse me... Your Highness?”

    Remembering how depopulated the province was last time she marched through it with her army, the queen elaborates: “We need some of our new sisters of the realm to move there to keep the locals under control. Farming output has been dropping.”

    “I... see...” Azu nods slowly, not sure whether to be most surprised by the sudden order or the fact that the queen seems to have a better grasp of this situation than she does.

    “But first of all,” Lyssa grins and leans back contently in her seat, “let's get that council over with.”


    As promised, Azu sets about devising a plan to reorganize the royal administration – such as it is. By the time the councillors and Matriarchs assemble a month later, they just need to give their approval. When Calypso gives the queen her support, the others quickly fall in line. However it does not seem the queen is done with them just yet...

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    It's all mine! Except Zarmuda, Calypso can still have that shithole


    03.11.2022
    The foremost women of the realm sit around the long table dominating the throne hall in the queen's palace. The members of the royal council. The three remaining Matriarchs of Amazonia. Some of them look just about ready to get this meeting over with, but Lyssa dashes their hopes by standing up and motioning everyone for their attention. It is curious, seeing as how they were already focused on her, but it does serve to pique their interest.

    “What we are doing here today will serve to strengthen our people for centuries to come,” the queen assures them. “This is the unity we require to prosper.”

    Lyssa scans the crowd. It doesn't seem like everyone is entirely on board with her message. That is to be expected. Neither Matriarch Tisiphone, nor Harmothoe, chief priestess of Rigg's temple in Ganaina like her very much. Despite some recent victories, neither seems to have warmed up to her. There might not be any hope for Tisiphone, but the chief priestess and the many who undoubtedly think the same way as her...

    “Some of you might wonder 'why?' Why is this unification needed?”

    Tisiphone cannot help but roll her eyes at the queen's rhetoric. In her mind, increasing her own power is so obviously the only reason Lyssa needs or cares about.

    If she notices, Lyssa ignores the gesture and continues in a passionate tone: “Why is the work we are doing now so crucial?” She looks at the gathered women, pausing to let the words sink in. Even some of those who don't really approve of her look at her expectantly, if only because they wonder where she is going with this.

    “To find the answer, you barely have to look off the shores of Amazon Island. Like a dagger to our heart,” the queen continues, using one of her favourite metaphors, “the pirate infestation of the Triad Islands penetrates our realm, its point perilously close to Ganaina. Only last year, these vermin cravenly ravaged Mamazo, showing depraved boldness that cannot be tolerated.”

    Lyssa studiously avoids mentioning that she had actually turned a blind eye to these raids in order to attack Zarmuda unopposed while the pirates were occupied. Instead she offers Belyse, Matriarch of that region, a sympathetic look.

    “Remember Queen Thalestris,” Lyssa warns ominously, allowing her audience to consider the images this evokes in their minds for a few moments. “Her murder was not just a worldly transgression. It was an affront to Rigg and the Old Ones. These Easterner pirates have proven they carry the torch of the Great Raid proudly.” The assembled Amazons are carefully reminded that the pirates are from the same “Old World” as the villains who conducted that great atrocity.

    “Rigg's will is clear,” Lyssa states firmly. She turns to Feidlimid, her house priestess: “I trust you will spread the word: This will be no flower war; no border raid.” Her attention returns to the others: “We will take back our sacred lands by divine mandate. For the glory of Rigg, this shall be a holy war!”​

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  • Chapter 13: Revere the Queen, Expel the Pirates
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    08.01.2023
    Decked out in full combat regalia, with the feathers on her royal headdress quivering in the sea breeze, Queen Lyssa of the Amazons looks down at her forces on the shore. Assembled on the south-eastern end of Amazon Island, the army snakes along the narrow shoreline between the jungle and the sea in order to accommodate over a thousand warrior women. Amongst them, priestesses and acolytes hammer home the importance of the task ahead of them: No longer shall infidel Easterners roam free on Amazon land with impunity! The Triad Islands and their holy sites shall be cleansed and restored to the divinely ordained rule of the Amazon people!

    Looking along the lines of jaguar warriors, huntresses and shieldmaidens, the queen pretends to count them all. In her mind she already knows how many they are, however: Not enough. Ideally she would have her vassals' warbands here as well: Quetzlpan's barracuda lancers. Mamazo's tree runners. Even the Miyan cannon fodd– auxiliaries. Unfortunately, there is no gathering all those forces in a place like this – especially considering how she had just been keeping her army waiting for a week.

    The furtive approach of her spymaster intrudes on Lyssa's thoughts. Rubbing her temple, the queen motions for Cassiopeia to speak.

    “We have spotted a small pirate ship just off the coast, Your Highness,” the spymaster says warily, her eyes darting around as if pirates are watching her right now.

    The queen smiles to herself and ignores the puzzled look she gets from Cassiopeia in return: “Close enough to spot our preparations?”

    Cassiopeia nods apprehensively.

    “Get the boats ready.”

    “We might be able to catch them with three or four of our fastest–” the spymaster opines before she is cut off.

    All of them,” Lyssa says firmly. “We are moving up the Amaxon.”

    Cassiopeia blinks, her mouth open in surprise: “But... that's... Your Highness, that's in the opposite direction.”

    An impatient glare from her mistress quickly shuts up any further protest.

    Finding the spymaster suitably cowed, Lyssa waves her off: “Oh and be a dear and get me Feidlimid, will you? I need her to stay behind; she has work to do here.”​


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    27.01.2023
    “Shut yer face and get up there, lest ye want me ta be slappin' yer ugly mug from here to Cathay,” Ivo growls at one of his fellow pirates. The young man mutters under his breath and disappears up a ladder. This leaves the surly pirate with two of his companions around a rickety table in the makeshift guardhouse. Mugs of grog, tattered playing cards and haphazard piles of coins and more esoteric valuables cover all of the splintered wooden surface.

    “I be surprised ta see ye be havin' such concern fer security all of a sudden, Ivo,” one of the card players – a lanky, olive-skinned woman – observes with a sly smirk.

    Ivo's weather-beaten face scrunches up worse than if he had been taking a sip of whatever passed for booze on this island. The northern-most of the Three Islands in Elena's little pirate realm, Isola Saccheggio was at the ass-end of the ass-end of nowhere.

    “Still got yer chemise in a wad o'er getting' ta sail with the others, eh?” The last of the pirates, an ancient-looking man with a scar running down his face wheezes jeeringly.

    “Play or piss off, old man,” Ivo shoots back, burying his attention in his cards.

    The pirate woman chuckles tauntingly: “Sure ye not be sendin' the boy up top just 'cause he be winnin'?” When she doesn't get a reply beyond a murderous gaze, she turns her head up to the open hatch leading to the lookout post: “Ain't that right, boy?”

    Her yelling is met with more silence and she furrows her brow in displeasure over being ignored like this. “Hey I said–”

    She is cut off when grog and coins are sent flying every which way as the poor table collapses violently. Recovering from their surprise, the three pirates reflexively clutch what valuables they can grab to their chests and look down on the lifeless body of their fourth player. Out of his neck sticks a peacock-feathered arrow of Amazon make.​


    Seeing the Amazon queen's army sail up the Amaxon to fight against their ancient lizardman enemies or something, the pirates of the Three Islands take the opportunity to raid with impunity. Eager to make up for their embarrassing loss in Zarmuda two years prior, they gather their ramshackle fleet and sail in force under their pirate princess Elena.

    However, even as the pirates are preparing to leave their stronghold on Île Mêlée, the largest of the islands under their control, Lyssa turns her force around. Before Elena can lay eyes on Amazonia, the queen leads a surprise landing on Amazoc – the island the pirates call “Isola Saccheggio”. The isolated outpost falls quickly; too quickly for word to spread before Lyssa has gotten complete control of the island. With a beachhead secured, the queen's forces is finally joined by the warbands of the Amazon domains. Conspicuously absent is Matriarch Calypso, whose army is second only to Lyssa's. There is no time to dwell on this, however.

    In the meantime, the pirate fleet lands on Amazon Island itself. The shoreline is completely abandoned, making their shipboard cannons useless, but affording them the opportunity to land unopposed. With the Amazon army nowhere to be seen, the sea thieves eagerly venture into the deep jungles looking for the fabled Amazon capital.

    This indignity does not go unnoticed, watched as they are by unseen huntresses. And there is someone at Ganaina ready to harness the resulting outrage: As ordered by her queen, Feidlimid spreads the word of the pirates' transgression. Soon hundreds of warrior women and devout priestesses, not just from Amazonia but from Amazon tribes all over Lustria, congregate on Ganaina to repel the invaders.

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    They are nowhere near numerous enough to defeat a pirate horde numbering in the thousands, but they don't have to. Using the thick jungles to their advantage, they harass the bumbling pirates, luring them into danger and ultimately keeping them away from the holy city.

    The weeks and months the pirate invaders are kept busy give Lyssa enough time to reorganize her forces and link up with her vassals. With these reinforcements, she confidently marches on Xocibiki – “Île Mêlée” to the heathens – and lays siege to the pirate's capital just as they attempt to seize hers. Conserving her forces, the queen has her commanders patiently flush out the pirate warrens one by one. There will be no repeat of the nasty surprises on Zarmuda. Infiltrators silence the enemy's cannons before they can be brought to bear and war canoes patrol the harbour to prevent anyone from escaping. Only once the ramshackle port town is secure does Lyssa set up camp to besiege the fortress that is the Pirate Princess's mansion. Without outside help, the beleaguered defenders are eventually forced to surrender.

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    09.08.2023
    Still in her warrior's garb, Queen Lyssa slumps back in the nicely upholstered chair. Her spear and headdress have been discarded, replaced with a clear glass goblet of strange design. Her other hand clutches the finely carved dragon's head on the cushioned armrest for support. Her grip loosens, her fingers absently feeling the ridges in the wood.

    The queen lets out a loud sigh and slips down in her seat. Technically the Pirate Princess's seat. The Pirate Princess's seat in the Pirate Princess's palace – if it could be called that. Taking a sip of the wine in her glass, she considers this situation. Partway through she is distracted by the rich taste and starts considering how much she's missed Easterner wine instead.

    Approaching footsteps causes her drink goes down the wrong pipe – as if her mind can be read she feels caught in the act of falling prey to the allure of foreign things. Quickly recovering her composure, she straightens her indolent posture to greet the three women intruding on her contemplation. Big and fierce, her daughter Inanna stomps into the solar as if she is still on the battlefield. She is flanked by the lanky red-head Kriemhild and spymaster Cassiopeia.

    “When are we heading out?” Inanna demands impatiently.

    “There are more pirate hideouts to strike,” Kriemhild elaborates helpfully. After years together in the field she is used to having to make up for the Amazon princess's lack of communication skills.

    “But what about our defences?” Cassiopeia frets.

    As if baffled just by the concept, rather than get angry at the spymaster's impertinence, Inanna gives her a puzzled look: “Uh?”

    “Word of our arrival will surely reach the pirate leader soon. I doubt she will sit idly by with enemy forces holding her seat of power.”

    Lyssa considers Cassiopeia for a moment: the observation hits a bit too close to home. The latest word from Amazon Island is that pirates had seized and looted one of the outlying shrines. Deciding there is no surreptitious comparison between the two situations, Lyssa nods: “We should expect the pirate's to return soon.”

    “Let them come!” Inanna barks confidently, then glances over at Cassiopeia: “Defences are for cowards.”

    “Well...” Lyssa pauses and fixes her daughter with a firm gaze. Having caught everyone's full attention she continues: “...have you made preparations to head out then?”

    “Yeah, but...” all three blurt out.

    “Then we sail as soon as possible,” Lyssa says happily, emptying her recently conquered glass in one big gulp. Not caring one bit about the others' confusion she slips back in the recently conquered chair and closes her eyes. “Let me know as soon as we are ready to leave.”​


    Leaving a token garrison at the pirate mansion, the Amazons set sail from Xocibiki. The queen chooses to abandon her conquest of the Triad Islands for now, but even if she doesn't dig in she does heed Cassiopeia's warning. She knows the pirate army is larger than hers – Calypso and her army still has not joined her – and doesn't fancy being shelled by enemy stone thrower tubes on the coast of Xocibiki. Instead, the Amazon army sets its course back to Amazon Island. Lyssa has no intention of being the first queen to somehow lose Ganaina to foreign invaders.

    Arriving in the dead of night, the nimble Amazon war canoes slip past the pirate ships anchored off the coast – the shallow, treacherous waters around Amazon Island stops all but the smallest vessel from coming close to shore. Scattered in their search for plunder, the pirates are caught by surprise – doubly so when Ganaina's zealous defenders join the fray, pressing them from all sides.

    The battle is close in terms of casualties – fire rods act as a good equalizer against superior Amazon skill – but the pirates loose cohesion. Soon it's every scoundrel for him or herself. The retreat is chaotic and plagued with infighting. Nevertheless, Lyssa commands her warriors to not carry the pursuit too far. Not as long as pirate cannons remain trained on the Amazonian coast.

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    02.09.2023
    Lyssa curls her lip and waves the messenger to leave her quarters. The last days have allowed her and her warriors to enjoy their victory and rest and recuperate – even if the war is far from over. How typical she must be bothered by bad news so soon after returning to Ganaina.

    Following the battle of Amazon Island – if it could even be called a battle – the pirates seem to have split off into more than one fleet. Certainly, not everyone went back to the Triad Islands...

    “Your Bigness know why this thing is happen to her,” Quihuatzin says, allowing a touch of accusation into her voice. Despite being here in a servant capacity now, the halfling still carries fierce battle headdress. A wooden mask, carved into a skull and painted bone white is tucked under her arm.

    Lyssa sighs. Far from coming to join her in battle as ordered, Calypso had apparently remained on Quetzl all this time. This is made evident by the fact that she is now holed up there, under siege by a pirate splinter fleet.

    “I should've known...” Lyssa grumbles. She might have refused to see it, but after the zombie-infested horror of Zarmuda the brave Jaguar of the Sea was a changed woman. Perhaps it was getting wounded, perhaps it was just an effect of being stuck in the cursed city for so long. It didn't really matter...

    “It is not the good thing for Your Bigness to have the marshal who has not the braveness to come to you with the help,” Quihuatzin warns her queen.

    “I can't just... I don't have anyone who can replace her,” Lyssa counters. She knows it is a bit of a lie: Her daughter Inanna might be a bit too... single-minded, but she is preferable to someone who won't do her job.

    Seeing Lyssa battling with herself, her Miyan servant and commander steps forward: “If Calypso no can do the job, I promise to make it done much better!” she declares firmly, before hastily adding: “For good of realm and Your Bigness, of course.”​

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    TFW a halfling in a funny hat is a better general than your proud Amazon marshal

    Turning around, Lyssa fixes the Miyan halfling with a furious look: “So you think you could do a better job than the Jaguar of the Sea?” she growls. Perhaps it is the way this half-person cockily assumes she can perform these duties better than a true Amazon. Perhaps she cannot bear the thought of stripping Calypso of her position. The thoughts intrude on her anger, annoying her even more. For a moment she even considers accepting Quihuatzin's suggestion. Still... if not that proposal, perhaps it is best to offer the position to Kriemhild... The queen shakes her head: On the other hand, can she afford to anger the most powerful Matriarch of her realm?

    Eventually nodding to herself, Lyssa seems to have found an answer: “Get a bird ready,” she bids the halfling, the tone of her voice firmly burying the Miyan's request.

    Quihuatzin meets her mistress's gaze before grudgingly averting her eyes. “As Your Bigness commands...” she mutters and shuffles out of the queen's quarters.​
     
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  • Chapter 14: Closing the Circle

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    Calypso's capital of Quetzl under siege by pirates



    06.09.2023
    The small stone table is empty, save for a tiny scroll in the centre. Sitting beside it, the Matriarch Calypso seems to be leaning back as far away from it as possible – as if the message was a coiled viper. She eyes it with a look of weary concern she seems to have kept up for a while.

    Uneasily she rubs her abdomen, exposed under her short breastplate: Despite her fidgeting she is dressed for war. For now the defences hold, but the enemy is still camped outside. With her warband battered and scattered there is no way to break out – certainly not past the enemy ships.

    Furrowing her brow, Calypso addresses the inanimate message on the table: “There is no leaving now...”

    There is regret in her voice – or is it embarrassment. Closing her eyes, the Matriarch opens them again with a sigh. Heaving herself forward she snatches up the scroll and unfurls it.

    “I have been informed of your situation,” it reads. The script is not the carefully rendered characters of a scribe, but the scrawled symbols of a private letter. “It is much to my dismay that we have not been able to fight together in battle. Especially considering the position you have... ended up in.” The disapproving pause is evident from the break in the cursive even if not explicitly written out.

    Calypso clenches her jaw, but cannot bring herself to protest the thinly veiled accusations. Not even to a piece of parchment. Guilty as charged.

    “Still, that is not the reason I write to you,” the message continues. “Rather it is to tell you that I will not subject you to my intervention again. May Rigg steel your resolve against your besiegers, Callie. -Lyssa”

    Looking up from the scribbled note, Calypso considers its words. Abandoned to her fate. The thought makes her smile widely: Abandoned and given a second chance to prove herself.​

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    Even with pirates on Amazon soil, Lyssa takes her time reorganizing and resupplying her forces. Despite Calypso failing to come to her aid earlier, the queen seems to put a lot of faith in the Matriarch being able to hold out against her attackers – and keep them occupied.

    As the Amazon army embarks their war canoes once more, this faith seems well-placed so far. The pirate band ravaging Quetzl fails to return to the Triad Islands to join forces with the remaining pirates. Nevertheless, even without a united enemy army to face her, Lyssa moves carefully. Rather than assault the enemy at every turn, she chooses to pick her battles. Keeping her army moving she only engages favourably, slowly whittling down the enemy defences. There is no great decisive battle that year. By the same token, there are no opportunities for a terrible upset like the humiliating defeat against the Xahutec lizardmen.

    Rather than give the pirates a chance to swing the war in their favour, Lyssa commands her forces to whittle down their defences. The Amazons thoroughly flush them out of their holes and clear their presence from the Triad Islands. Captives are liberated and tiny groups of free Amazons still hidden deep in the central jungles of Xocibiki – the largest of the islands – are brought back into the fold.

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    Lyssa warily prudently grinding down the pirate strongholds one by one

    Being forced on the defensive like this does not seem to sit well with the pirates at all. The less belligerent of them simply begin to give up and accept their new Amazon overlords. The saltier sea dogs start slipping away to greener tides...

    Having subdued two out of the three islands of Kavana, at the end of 2024 Lyssa sets out to complete her conquest. Just as her forces land on the middle island a message arrives: The pirate princess Elena has fled the archipelago altogether! Tail between her legs she has accepted the writing on the wall and admitted defeat.

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    "I am rubber, you are glue."

    The careful, year-long campaign waged by Lyssa might not be the stuff of legends, but the accomplishment certainly is: Finally the Amazons have some restitution for the horrors of the Great Raid. Finally the islands of Amaxon Bay are free. Not only free but united. The pirates have been beaten and their vaunted leader has fled to the nearby infamous hive of scum and villainy, Port Reaver.

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    The new borders of Amazonia, with the pirate haven of Port Reaver, top left

    Now that the scoundrels are broken and leaderless, the next challenge is dealing with the survivors. Even with many of the most die-hard marauders leaving for Port Reaver and other places, many remain. Not to mention the adventurous civilians and inevitable hangers-on that have been flocking to the Triad Islands over the years. Fascinated by the Old Worlders' tall war canoes, Lyssa have had the remaining pirate ships confiscated – no one is leaving the islands now.

    Certainly these filthy foreigners must be dealt with most harshly – if only to keep recently reconquered Kavana under control. Before the matter can even be brought up properly, news arrive that interrupt the queen where she basks in the glory of her achievement.


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    Why does it always have to be rebels?

    An almost panicked message arrives from the tiny garrison at Zarmuda: Surviving bands of pirates have descended on the island. More outlandishly they evidently have not coalesced around the most conventional leader: According to the curt warning the one leading this rebellion is nothing less than a pirate necromancer.

    The pirates may have been defeated in the Triad Islands, but now they stir up trouble in Zarmuda... and the dead stir with them!
     
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  • Chapter 15: Root and Branch
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    04.01.2025
    What a way to start the new year!

    Standing on a balcony on the recently seized governor's mansion, Queen Lyssa of Amazonia looks down at the harbour below. No longer the pirate haven of Île Mêlée, the island is now once again Xocibiki, the largest of the three islands of Kavana.

    Adventurers and would-be conquerors have had their way with these islands for decades. For one, some group or another built the elegant manor from which the queen now surveys her expanded domain. The subsequent pirate occupation has been surprisingly kind to the small palace: despite her rogue affiliations, its former owner seems to have appreciated living in civilized conditions.

    Now the question becomes, what is Lyssa to do with the place – and the rest of Kavana. Inside, her advisers await her decision. However a more pressing issue has presented itself. In Kavana, the pirates have been defeated and imprisoned, only for others to rise up in Zarmuda to the north.

    Lyssa sighs and her eyes roam the polished wood railing, landing on the goblet standing beside her. After all this hard work she has not even been afforded the opportunity to kick back and enjoy the mansion's well-stocked wine cellar. Still, there is no helping it now. The queen pushes back, snatches up her cup of wine and returns to her council.

    “The Zarmudan threat has to be dealt with as soon as possible,” she announces as she steps inside. She empties her cup and nods towards Kriemhild, acknowledging her second-in-command's earlier concerns: “That means returning to replenish our forces.”

    “But...” As usual, Cassiopeia's eyes dart around the room before continuing. Presumably finding no hidden assassins or spies, she elaborates: “...is it wise to leave these islands to their own devices?”

    Lyssa shakes her head. Not only are the islands full of captured pirates, but there are also numerous non-combatant Old Worlders left over from myriads of expeditions and failed colonies. A small smile creeps onto her lips as she replies: “Azu tells me work on the fortifications at Zalli has been slowing down... I think bringing over a few pirates as slaves will help speed things up. As for the rest... I don't have time to deal with the other foreigners right now. Just make sure they understand they'd better not cause any trouble and let the native tribes can handle them.”

    “The Amazons here have good reason to seek revenge...” Kriemhild observes, clenching her fist.

    “Exactly,” Lyssa smirks. “The foreigners would do well to avoid inviting it upon themselves.”

    Cassiopeia taps her lip: “We might be able to convince some of them to operate the large pirate war canoes. We won't be able to fit all those prisoners on ours.” She presents the idea with due reluctance, uncertain if allowing this constitutes heresy.

    For her part, Lyssa receives the suggestion with more enthusiasm: “Good thinking. Round up some of the less unsavoury women and put them to work. And make sure a few bright shieldmaidens watch them closely.” The queen winks at her spymaster: “Who knows, they might learn a thing or two...”

    “As you command, Your Highness.” If Cassiopeia harbours any doubts about this, she does not show them.

    “Excellent. Start loading up the slaves as soon as possible.” Lyssa's eyes flit down to her empty goblet: “Oh... and do make sure there is room to bring the mansion's... provisions.”​

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    11.02.2025
    Back in her plush throne in Ganaina, there is no time for Queen Lyssa to simply enjoy the spoils of her conquest while her army recovers and rebuilds. Indeed she still finds herself harried by councillors and advisers. Even now, a handful stand before her, seemingly awaiting a solution for all the world's ills from her mouth.

    Instead the queen tosses a sparkling biscuit into said mouth. “Liberated” from the pirate princess's mansion, the finger-sized treat is almost sickeningly sweet, but after a few dozen she has decided that they go quite well with a particularly potent wine also rescued from the same place.

    Tapping the now-empty platter – a delicate silver creation of Old World make – Lyssa speaks at last to the assembled onlookers: “Are there any more?”

    Kriemhild blinks. Cassiopeia bites her lip. Feidlimid the priestess sighs. Inanna looks clueless as usual. Only Azu maintains a neutral expression: “I am afraid not.” A hope that the meeting will now move forward colours her voice.

    “I bet Maya ate 'em,” Inanna shrugs, not unreasonably putting the blame with her hedonistic older sister.

    “So... about the governance of Kavana...” Azu ventures, trying to steer the conversation back to the recently liberated islands.

    The queen nods firmly: “Indeed. We can't let the foreigners there remain unchecked, even if they are no real threat.” She taps her lip and muses: “Maybe we could bring over someone who knows how to make these pastries...”

    Paying the queen's idle thoughts no heed, Kriemhild speaks up: “We can't spare the warriors to watch that many slaves.” The fierce redhead lets it remain unspoken, but her aggressive tone makes it clear: She wants to use those warriors to crush the insurrection in Zarmuda.

    “Then we need to control the islands some other way...” Cassiopeia frets.

    “Quite the quandary...” Azu agrees.

    “Exactly,” Lyssa grumbles and starts looking around for something: “Surely your queen cannot be expected to solve this on an empty stomach. Ah there you are, Quihuatzin. Where's that sweet fruit paste we brought from Xocibiki?”

    The halfling curtsies hurriedly as she enters the throne hall: “Have the apologies, Your Bigness. I did the search over all, but the fruit is been going to the room of your daughter.”

    Lyssa's face hardens, firm but for a slight twitch in the corner of her mouth. The congregation watches with bated breath. Eventually, the queen presses her hand against her forehead and groans. Exasperation reverberates throughout the chamber.

    “Yes...” she finally manages to hiss through clenched teeth. “It is high time we got things in order.” Folding her hands in her lap, the queen reaffirms her royal mien. “I have decided that my daughter Maya will go to Xocibiki to manage the town there.”

    “But Your Highness...” Feidlimid blurts out, “...your daughter is...” She dares not elaborate on the queen's eldest daughter's disgraced status.

    “Yes, yes,” Lyssa dismisses the concerns of her court priestess with a wave. “I know, only a true Amazon may lead an Amazon or hold position in a tribe and all that. The Easterners are hardly Amazons, nor a tribe now are they?”

    “Well, that is true, but...”

    Leaning back, smugness over having resolved the pressing problem radiating off her face, Lyssa would content herself to having settled things once and for all. However, she quickly has another stroke of genius: “Ah yes, there's the matter of the pirate fort on Tabazco. For her loyalty and skill I shall allow Feidlimid and the Sisterhood to oversee it.”

    “Oh! Th-thank you, Your Highness?” The priestess bows her head, uncertain if this is an honour or not. She leans towards it indeed being one.

    Feeling no need to follow up on that declaration, Lyssa moves on: “Azu, go tell that greedy brat of a princess to get ready to leave as soon as possible. Oh, and you should probably go with her. I hear you've done well in Catlmox. I would like to see you have as much success in making Kavana proper Amazon land once more as well.”​


    With trustworthy, competent people – and also Maya – in the Triad Islands of Kavana, the queen can focus on ending the insurrection in Zarmuda. However, with foul magic afoot and an army – living and dead – numbering in the thousands, the pirate grave defilers are not to be trifled with.

    After the years of campaigning against pirate princess Elena, the Amazon army needs time to recover – and increase its numbers if a sea landing can hope to be successful.

    Then there is the matter of moving such a force. The number of war canoes needed would be staggering. Under Cassiopeia's watchful gaze, a number of Amazon sailors study the workings of the much larger Old World canoes. If made to serve Rigg's will, each of these big-bellied boats could ferry as many warriors as ten Amazon canoes or more.

    Over the following months, an impressive invasion force numbering nearly four thousand is prepared. Pirate ships are crewed by Amazons and impressed foreigners under strict supervision. Chief Priestess Harmothoe of Rigg's Shrine in Ganaina grumbles that it is tantamount to sending slaves into war, but the Sisterhood does not stop the practice.

    Finally the day comes that the Amazons may sail to war once more. Although quite happy to stay at her palace now that the “competition” there has been evicted, Lyssa calls up her warriors to ride the waves with her – after the year's Serena ritual.

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    08.07.2025
    Sinking low in her seat, Lyssa swirls the contents of her goblet. As the whirlpool of wine subsides, she glances around the roughly hewn cabin. The captured ship she is aboard is but a humble merchant barge, sloppily maintained by pirates for years. Still, there is no denying it is a much more comfortable way to travel than an open war canoe.

    Just in case, the queen empties her cup to steel herself against the unfamiliar rolling of the ship. Before she can more than consider getting a refill, however, the door to the small cabin opens brusquely.

    “My queen, we have spotted Zarmuda!”

    Lyssa scurries up in her seat trying to get into a slightly more dignified position. “Ah, of course. I'll be right with you...”



    Stepping out on the deck, the queen wraps her royal robe tightly around herself against the cold – perhaps even a bit too tightly when she thinks about it.

    “There are dead things everywhere,” one of the huntresses on deck exclaims. “Dead things that move.”

    “Ugh...” Lyssa groans. She never thought she'd have to go back to this accursed place. Dumping it on Calypso had obviously not worked out.

    “They're coming this way... down the broken walls. Wait... what's that?”

    Following the other Amazon's gaze, Lyssa squints into the distance. Now she can see that there are someone ahead of the shambling horde, running across the broken ground of the sunken city as fast they can.

    “Amazons!” Lyssa exclaims.

    “Get a canoe over there!”​

    Rescued from the azure waters in the nick of time, the Amazons turn out to be fourteen survivors from a scouting mission sent from Quetzlpan. However, before Lyssa can appreciate Matriarch Calypso's proactiveness, the lead scout gasps a warning: The enemy has been diligently raising their own dead, the fallen of the Battle of Zarmuda... and even plundered the deeper catacombs for skeletal remains. Their numbers have swelled to at least twice their anticipated number. And now they stand ready to throw the badly outnumbered Amazons back into the sea...

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  • Chapter 16: The Circle of Death

    08.07.2025
    From the top of the tallest of Zarmuda's crumbling pyramids, a hard-faced man watches the Amazon ships turn around. Not one to allow himself even a small smile, instead he nods slightly.

    “The heathens flee at the sight of our righteous might.”

    A slender woman steps towards him as he speaks. Her dress is one that can be seen in many a seedy Sartosian tavern, but with its hemline moved significantly upwards for extra mobility – and better access to the sturdy pistols strapped to her thighs.

    “So... we be goin' after them, aye?”

    The man sighs. “We only follow the memory of the great King Charles and the will of Monkeigh Island,” he admonishes her.

    “I don't be seein' yer dead master fillin' the pockets of me boys and girls,” the pirate captain complains. “I've had it up to here with dank labyrinths and walkin' corpses.”

    “Don't insult the master's creations.”

    A soft chuckle, like crumbling parchment, interrupts them.

    “Ah would not dream zat you would accord moi such respect, Gaspare.” Dressed in rotting clothes that may once have been the height of fashion at Old World courts, a sallow-skinned man shuffles onto the ruined platform. Under his arm, a huge tome inlaid with eerie gems that pulse with a sickening green light. In his other hand, a grisly sceptre of bones.

    “Mind your place, necromancer,” Gaspare shoots back. “And don't forget it was I who provided you King Charles' grimoire.”

    “Quite so.” A thin smile spreads on the newcomer's cracked lips. “And yet, Ah am ze one you need to, 'ow you say... utilize it.”

    Gaspare turns away, teeth clenched.

    “Oh...” The necromancer seems to glide over, putting a gnarled hand on the sullen man's shoulder. “...and don't you forget your true benefactor.” Gaspare can hear bones creak as his creepy associate leans in close enough to whisper in his ear: “Ah would not recommend upsetting my master. Remember: ze Amazons... zey must be destroyed.”

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    Gaspare, a gentleman and a scholar. Well, scholar and fanatical believer in Vampiric superiority


    Throwing themselves against the abominations of Zarmuda would no doubt have brought the Amazons glorious battle, but also glorious death. Or perhaps not so glorious... After all, should they die within those accursed ruins, would they not find their bodies desecrated just like the walking corpses they set out to fight?

    This is the rhetorical question with which Lyssa pre-empts any protests to her decision. She is to be the one to reunite the Amazon tribes, not splinter her people against the crumbling walls of a sunken city.

    However, she still has an army numbering in the thousands expecting to see battle, crammed onto ships and war canoes. Instead of sailing straight back to Ganaina with all that pent-up aggression, Lyssa turns her fleet east. Hugging the Tarantula Coast, the Amazons arrive at the mouth of the Lambada river that drains the Mosquito Swamps. Here, the river and surrounded bogs create a small strip of coastline where the Lizardmen are loathe to thread. For the Amazons, this wedge between the temple cities of Xahutec and Tlax holds easier prey: Miyan halflings to plunder and enslave.

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    The Lambada river, between the Lizardman temple cities of Tlax and Xahutec – with Amazonia to the nort-west.

    The Miyan domain of Lambada musters its armies to repel the invaders, but against a force of this size they have no chance to throw the Amazons off their beachhead. From there, the swampy ground and treacherous river makes for slow going. Eager to get into the fight, the Amazons persevere, raiding Miyan villages hidden in the swamp.

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    After months of dragging their booty through the bogs and flooded ground, the invaders finally discover a bigger prize: A large Miyan town called Tlapeco. Lyssa orders the Amazons to settle in for a siege. If they can maintain their position for just a few weeks, the settlement will surely fall by the end of the year.

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    12.11.2025
    Harmothoe, chief priestess of Rigg's shrine in the Amazon capital of Ganaina, grumbles unintelligibly to herself. She has made no secret of her dislike of the queen's ways, but this particular slight feels more personal. Rather than accompany the others raiding the Lambada basin, she had been dropped off with a few hundred warriors – purportedly because the queen would not dare offend Rigg by keeping Harmothoe away from her religious duties.

    With the queen taking all the boats and ships, the last few months for Harmothoe have been spent trudging through the jungle towards Ganaina. Now finally Amazon Island is within sight as they break through the thick vegetation and onto the shores of Zinmayaotl. Though, the island is not the only thing in sight...

    The priestess's lips curls as she looks down from the outcropping above the rocky beach. Off the shore are half a dozen rickety ships flying the skull and crossbones. Below, pirates are rowing towards them. Some have already made landfall.

    "Weapons at the ready," she hisses, gesturing to point out the enemy to the warriors. "Even if our... queen will not deign to defend our sacred homeland, we will do what is needed. Let us throw them back into the sea!"

    "Uhm, priestess... what is that?"

    One of Harmothoe's bodyguards points to the pirates unhooking large nets that have been trailing behind their boats. Their catch splashes wildly in the shallows as it is freed. Harmothoe's brow furrows as the sea starts settle once more. Then the heads start appearing.

    Shuffling with their unnatural gait, the floating corpses find their bearings and march onto the land. Waterlogged but otherwise no worse for wear after their unconventional transportation, the living dead swarm to outnumber the actually living several times over. Thousands, crawling all over the shoreline.

    Harmothoe closes her eyes, touching her forehead with a groan. "Fine... someone send out a call to Her Highness..."

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    "Yo ho and a bottle of braaains..."


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    03.12.2025
    Lifting his hand-and-half sword, Gaspare takes stock of the situation. Ahead, the vegetation opens slightly. Trees give way to ferns and shrubs on the uneven ground, leaving no refuge in the branches from which the Amazons can harry his troops. No large roots for clumsy corpses to stumble over.

    Pointing his blade towards the large, semi-circular bowl in the hillside before them, Gaspare yells for his underlings to charge. Immediately he follows his own order, leading the pursuit from the front.

    On the run for weeks, the hopelessly outnumbered Amazons falter in their desperate retreat. With no vantage point from which to harass the enemy, any attempt at a rearguard action to slow the implacable horde is futile: Anyone who fall behind simply vanish among the dead, the shambling monstrosities not missing a step in their single-minded determination.

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    Ahead of the undead legion, the remaining Amazons are all but climbing now as their only escape route grows ever steeper. Gritting her teeth, Harmothoe grabs a stray root for leverage. She does not waste a second looking behind herself: There is nothing to be done for whoever lag behind. Better to leave them to their fate so that the rest may live.

    Nor does she need eyes to know that the enemy is coming closer. The uncanny moans and unnatural growls behind her grow ever closer. She needs to go faster. Mustering the last of her reserves she breaks into something of a molasses jog. Her eyes crest the steep hill at last and then... in one split second of distraction one sandaled foot gives way under her. Tumbling forward, Harmothoe throws her hands forward, desperate to grab onto anything lest she slide back down to the hungry maws of the dead.

    Out of nowhere, a hand grabs the priestess's outstretched arm, keeping her from falling flat on her face. "Well done," a jovial voice calls out.

    Harmothoe's gaze drifts upward. It lands on the face of the Queen kneeling above her and the priestess dies a little inside.

    "You bought us enough time to march out of sight of the pirate fleet," Lyssa explains as she pulls Harmothoe to her feet. "Now... we'll do our part."

    Upon the queen's command, the wooded crescent overlooking the undead pirates erupt in a storm of missile fire. Using javelins rather than bows and slings, the sheer weight of the onslaught tears chunks of dead flesh. Spears embed themselves in rotting bodies, hindering the already clumsy zombies further.

    The relentless advance breaks down into disorder and confusion – if such a mental state can be attributed to walking corpses. With Harmothoe now at her side, the queen gives the next order: "Fire!"

    Rather than javelins, this time the Amazons throw literal fire. Hundreds of incendiary pots rain down on the milling horde below. Clothes and hair quickly catch fire, but rot-bloated bodies explosively so. Hemmed in by hills and attacks from three sides, the burning dead stumble into each other, spreading the fire and erupting in clouds of flaming miasma.

    Only when the carnage is complete do the Amazons break from their defensive position. On the flanks, princess Inanna and the up-and-coming Kriemhild lead the charge, crashing into the broken enemy ranks.

    Even after crashing, burning, against the well-placed Amazon lines the pirate army still numbers in the thousands – living and dead. The battle swings decisively in the Amazons' favour, but the undead do not break ranks even as they are effortlessly cut down.

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    By the time the exhausted shieldmaidens can claim victory, Gaspare and his cronies have had plenty of time to escape. Where leaving the ships back at Cuauhlotl gave Lyssa's army the essential element of surprise, it means there is now no way to stop the remnants of the pirate warband. While the Amazons clean up shambling stragglers and make sure the dead stay that way, the rebel leader returns to Zarmuda. The battle is won, but the war is no closer to being over.
     
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  • Chapter 17: One's Due
    A converted merchant ship leads the Amazon fleet as it once more comes within sight of Zarmuda. Despite the captured pirate ships among its number, a battle against the cannons of the pirate fleet would be hard and bloody. Yet the Amazons are allowed to anchor up close to the sunken city without challenge.

    In fact, many of the pirates have abandoned the revolt after the disastrous battle of Tetla. Disillusioned by the lack of plunder and fed up with the mad undead-worship of the rebel leader Gaspare, crews have been taking their ships and leaving. The desertions have only further exacerbated the tension. In this way, by spending almost two months allowing her forces to recover, Queen Lyssa of the Amazons has also given the alliance between her enemies time to sour. In the end, there is no united fleet which can meet her own this Jahrdrung day.


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    Who is horribly outnumbered now, you bastards?

    In no way does this mean that the Amazons land on Zarmuda unopposed. Jumping off their canoes, they smash against the walking corpses assembled on the artificial shores of the sunken city. Slowly but surely it becomes clear that they are carrying the day, pushing deeper into the canals and causeways. And then the dead suddenly falter. An unnatural confusion spreads through the once single-minded horde. Stumbling around without purpose, the undead abominations are now cut down like maize before the sickle.

    The remaining pirates now surrender en masse, even as the rebel leader is cornered in the crumbling Sun Temple. Daubed in ochre war paint, the young Kriemhild easily cuts down the fanatical Gaspare in single combat. While his unfortunately mortal body bleeds out on the temple floor, a figure in rotting clothes sneaks a small sailing boat out of Zarmuda's canals. Resting beside him is an ancient tome, his pale hand gripping a grisly sceptre.

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    Enemy "survivors" – or as we prefer to call them in Amazonia: "potential forced labour"


    24.03.2026
    Lounging in her seat at the head of the table, Queen Lyssa idly flips an elegantly carved bone comb between her fingers. It is not the most exciting of the loot from Lambada, but the sweet tubers and pearl-like grains they brought back require proper preparation to be eaten, apparently.

    "I hope it was worth it," Tisiphone of Tetla says acerbically. She has just had to admit to the council she has made no progress in her mission. The rest of the Tarantula Coast Amazons remain unwilling to submit to Lyssa's rule. Unsurprisingly, the chancellor is not in a good mood.

    Glancing up from the comb, the queen gives her a puzzled look.

    "Your escapades in the Miyan swamps left Amazonia wide open to attack," Tisiphone reminds her.

    Lyssa taps the bone comb against her chin: "I think it all turned out rather well," she counters. Tossing the utensil aside, the queen grins: "And it was so easy, too! If only we had time to crack that big town in the trees, we would have gotten even more stuff..."

    The arrival of the exotic meal brings the discussion to a halt. Perking up at the sight, Lyssa nevertheless remains uncharacteristically silent as they eat. Assuming the queen is deep in thought evaluating the merits of these foreign vegetables, Azu the steward asks her what she thinks of the meal.

    "Oh, delicious!" Lyssa says off-handedly, before turning to her advisor and licking her lips.

    "I think my daughters are old enough to command domains of their own," she declares, obviously following an unspoken deliberation none of the others were privy to.

    "They did prove themselves against the pirates," Azu agrees, quite nonplussed but not so much that she cannot instinctively act the yes-woman.

    "The only domain missing a matriarch is Cuauhlotl," Tisiphone reminds her queen hurriedly. Surely even Lyssa would not be bold enough to replace a matriarch just to give her spawn fancy titles. "And even that is not yours to simply give away."

    "Ah, but you forget one thing..." Lyssa smiles. "The domain of Nalixo is."

    Tisiphone's lips curl as if served capybara dung and not capybara stew. Just as the queen says, Nalixo on the south shore of Amaxon Bay was Lyssa's domain before she became queen. This is also the reason why the two have been saddled with each other for so long: Tisiphone's Tetla lies within the borders of the larger Nalixo domain.

    "Inanna, as the oldest I grant our ancestral domain to you," Lyssa proclaims. Not quite sure what she's talking about, Inanna just half-smiles uncertainly and nods. "As for Phaedra... I do believe the silly Miyan chief of Amocan got himself eaten by lizardmen or somesuch. It is in dire need of a good ruler."

    "I will go and inform her at once," Azu curtsies and leaves the table.

    "Y-you cannot just... make up domains like that..." Tisiphone protests.

    Raising an eyebrow, Lyssa just gives her a bemused look: "Excuse me? If you have concerns you really should take it up with your Matriarch." For clarification the queen helpfully points at Inanna sitting further down the table. Seeing her new chief very intently failing to skewer some seeds with her knife, Tisiphone groans and covers her face in her hands.

    "You gonna eat that?" Lyssa asks flippantly and steals a slice of meat from her former vassal. Chewing on the treat, she turns away from the distraught woman and muses: "I suppose that means I am short one chancellor... ah! Calypso, perhaps you would know a suitable candidate?"​

    With the quarrelsome Tisiphone effectively sidelined and two important domains in the hands of her daughters, Lyssa offers a conciliatory gesture towards the other powerful woman in her realm: Forgiving her initial inaction in the war against the Triad Island pirates, the queen offers to take on one of Matriarch Calypso's inner circle as her new chancellor.

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    She is about as competent as Tisiphone but has the added qualification of not hating Lyssa's guts


    Although by now Amazons make up a majority of the population in eastern Amocan, in the rest of the former Miyan domain halflings still hold sway. Fortunately, not too long ago the popular peasant leader of Tlachcoatl, in western Amocan, died. Having lost the unifying force that had led them in revolt against their cruel ruler years ago, there is no concerted protest from the locals to the queen's actions.

    Still, in the inland jungles the Miyan retain their independence. Ever since Amocan splintered in rebellion, Xoitia has been an autonomous realm of scattered tribes. Unlike the lush fields to its north, this large area wedged between the Amaxon and Scorpion coasts is wild jungle. Despite this, it is technically part of Amocan – and Amocan is Amazon now.

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    Inanna's domain of Nalixo in the south-east and Phaedra's new domain of Amocan in the north-west – with poor Xoitia in between


    Before much thought can be paid to such savages, the year's Serena Ritual takes on greater proportions than in recent memory. Commemorating the liberation of Kavana, the Triad Islands, the ritual's feast lasts for two weeks – bolstered by impressive amounts of looted food and drink. Once the festivities are done and a new generation of Amazon warriors have been anointed, however...

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    Arms outstretched, Lyssa waits impatiently while Quihuatzin helps put on the queen's resplendent battle regalia. The halfling patiently climbs up and down, moving around the stool necessary for her to reach without complaining – at least not audibly.

    "Oufh... Careful there!" Lyssa chides her martial servant as one of the straps is tightened. Before the Miyan can retort or the queen continue, it is announced that Her Highness has visitors.

    In marches Kriemhild, battle headdress covering her vividly red hair, followed by a fretting Cassiopeia and attentive Azu.

    "Where's Calypso?" Lyssa wonders immediately. After having spent most of the pirate war back on Quetzl, the Jaguar of the Seas has been tasked by her liege to make the novice warriors ready to march. With Inanna and Phaedra busy applying their not-exactly-towering intellects to running domains of their own, Calypso will once more help lead the queen's forces.

    "I, ah, believe she is still... sleeping off the effects of last night's feast," Azu says, as evenly as possible.

    Cassiopeia wrings her hands: "It is all a bit sudden."

    "You worry about your own business and let Calypso and Kriemhild worry about the fighting," Lyssa tells her spymaster, gesturing towards the red-haired warrior before her.

    Both Kriemhild and Cassiopeia bow, poised to leave unless commanded otherwise.

    "I'll go wake the marshal before we reconvene..." Azu says softly and slips out of the room.

    * * *​

    Confidently, Queen Lyssa walks down the steps to the ancient mustering ground near the palace. About a hundred young shieldmaidens stand in neat ranks to greet her. She almost breathes a sigh of relief as she sees Calypso finally arrive in a hurry, huffing and puffing as she takes up position at the head of the formation. Still...

    "So few..." Lyssa remarks with poorly disguised disappointment as she comes up to the marshal while she is catching her breath. Raising an eyebrow she gives Calypso a pointed look: "I hope you at least spent the feast with a couple of men or a dozen in your bed. Getting yourself some exercise."

    "Ah... no..." the marshal says evasively.

    Lyssa groans. She has heard rumours. That the Matriarch of Quetzlpan has stopped bedding males; whether as some sort of misguided penance or from an unknown defect, the queen has no idea. Just like that stuck-up Concordia – and look where that got her! Lyssa almost brings it up as a cautionary tale, but instead just gives Calypso a look of silent displeasure.

    Before the awkwardness can escalate further, the sound of marching feet commands everyone's attention. Appearing from between the venerable temples and palaces of Ganaina, a column of fresh-faced Amazon youths moves eagerly. At its head: Fiery Kriemhild.

    "Those girls are not ready!" Calypso protests once the redhead comes up to her and the queen, softly so only the three of them may hear.

    Kriemhild does not retort, instead looking to her queen to gauge her reaction.

    For her part, Lyssa's eyes are fully on the contingent brought in by the taciturn commander. Appreciating the fact that it more than doubles the number of new recruits available to her.

    "Well, now that they're here... it would be outright cruel not to let them fight," Lyssa grins.​

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    There's a new Jaguar in town!

    Bolstered by several untested young warriors, an Amazon army in the thousands pour into the last independent vestige of Miyan Amocan. Almost anti-climactic after the three-year struggle against pirates and undead, the sheer size of the army means the underprepared recruits are not pushed too hard.

    The Miyan try to resist with guerilla tactics, but word has already spread about the gracious treatment of the halflings of Tlachoatl to the north. It is not long before villages start surrendering rather than take to the treetops to defend themselves. Finally, the foremost Miyan commander comes before Lyssa with his grizzled freedom fighters. There they submit to the queen who broke the tyrannical rule of Ikengrim the Cruel over the Amocan tribes. In time these halflings will prove to become some of Lyssa's most dedicated warriors.

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    Spirits are buoyed by an overwhelming victory against an opponent that – while merely halflings – have been much more satisfying for the shieldmaidens to fight than the endless hordes of the dead. Nevertheless, there has been a feeling that throughout the campaign, the Amazon left flank always seemed to push a little harder, a little faster, than the right... Now that feeling has manifested itself in the uneasy atmosphere of the queen's tent.

    The fluttering tent flap announces the reluctant visitor's arrival. Lyssa looks up: "Callie... we need to talk..."​
     
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    Chapter 18
  • Chapter 18: A Whole Wide World

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    14.07.2026
    Cassiopeia's eyes dart from one corner of the queen's quarters to the next, before unfurling a faded vellum scroll before her liege. Lyssa leans forward eagerly to study the old map, her gaze following fresher lines of ink that are obviously recent additions. Based on an Old World map, its western half has been embellished with local knowledge lately.

    "This is Lustria," Cassiopeia explains, her finger indicating the lower left corner of the map. "And this is Amazonia."​

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    In the land of the unchanging Slann, the only developments have been the destruction of Amocan, Amazonian expansion and the Amazons of Gwangee Valley uniting into the great domain of Hualotal, where Princess Parvati rules with an iron fist.

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    She likes lots of food and lots of government


    "So small," Lyssa complains, comparing the little speck to the rest of the world. Biting down the disappointment, the queen points across the Great Sea:"And what's this?"

    "That's... the East..." Cassiopeia says vaguely. She pulls back and heads back towards the door: "One moment, Your Highness..."

    The spymaster lets in a new visitor: an olive-skinned woman with her hair held up in a red headband. Her hands are bound and judging by the state of her obviously foreign clothes, she has been a captive for a while.

    "This one has been able to learn a bit of our language," Cassiopeia explains. The pirate gives her a look showing what she thinks of being addressed that way. Fortunately for her, it remains unnoticed.

    "Tell Her Highness what you've told me," the spymaster commands and points to the map. The captive complies and steps closer.

    "You know all these places?" Lyssa asks, intrigued.

    The pirate woman shrugs: "Some. Yes."

    Lyssa motions for the captive to elaborate. Hesitating, the ex-pirate points to the large circular landmass north of Lustria: "Elves live here." Her finger moves further north to a poorly defined landmass taking up the upper left corner. "Here is... bad elves. I think."​

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    Unchanging as its inhabitants, Ulthuan (white) has seen no greater upheaval than occasional incursions from the Dark Elves of Naggaroth (burgundy). Up there in the frozen north, the infamous Witch King Malekith has been uniting his fellow outcasts. A few Dark Elf clans who worship the savage Anath Raema above all other gods still retain their independence, like Sombrum and the Cython March. And in the Arnheim archipelago, ancient High Elf colonies still remain, eternally embattled by their Dark Elf neighbours.


    Even further to the south, great orc warboss Choppa Blak Hand has united several warring greenskin tribes into one great Blackrok Horde. So decisively did he devastate the Coldsquigs that the old Norscan colony of Skeggi (turquoise) has been able to expand into their old lands. The other Old World settlements in the Lustrian Isthmus are Cadavo (yellow) and the pirate haven Port Reaver.

    "Bad... elves...?"

    Wearily, the captive sighs: "Why ask me? No know all this. Ask captain. He is in same cell."

    The two Amazons share bemused looks before Lyssa bursts out laughing: "Ask a man about geography? You expect the poor thing to wrap his simple little mind around something as complicated as this?"

    Seeing the "guest's" puzzled reaction, Lyssa motions for her to continue: "We know what elves are," she assures her, but her eyes do linger on the large island marked 'Ulthuan'. "Their homeland is closer than I thought, though..."

    Intervening, Cassiopeia taps the more detailed landmass across the sea: "This is what we're interested in."

    "Is Norsca," the pirate explains. "Cold and much Chaos. No good place.

    "Down from that... the Empire. Big. Rich. Hard for pirate, but fall apart now, so... more easy?" she continues her analysis. "To left... Bretonnia. No good. Only turnips and knights."​

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    Norsca is a hostile peninsula between the Chaos Wastes and the Empire. It's a mess of different tribes and clans, as usual.



    The Empire itself is also fractured between several would-be Emperors, yet they must surely be blessed by Sigmar: For many years it has been under assault from the mighty vampire lord Vlad von Carstein of Sylvania, but has recently found respite: With the death of his wife Isabella at the hands of Templar commander Torbrand, the villain has retreated back to Sylvania for now.

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    A better love story than Twilight?


    One can question if the Empire deserves its patron deity's blessing. While the Templars are engaged against von Carstein, their allied Sisters of Sigmar have been backstabbed by the perfidious Ottilia, "empress" of Talabecland. Together with her son-in-law and sometime rival for the throne, "emperor" Mannfred of Middenheim, Othilia endeavours to take the once-magnificent city of Mordheim. However, the Sisters of Sigmar will not give up their custodianship of the cursed ruin for some misguided noble's folly.


    In the last few years, the proud kingdom of Kislev, east of the Empire, has gone from disaster to disaster. Lead by their decisive chieftess Laine of Zeya, the Ungols invaded and devastated the country in 2020. Laine's father had been slain by the famed Ursislav, marshal of Kislev, and now she sought revenge. The Ungols seized the wealthy port city of Erengrad, cutting Kislev off from the outside world. In the wars that followed, the Tzarina herself would fall in battle in 2025. It was little comfort to the people of Kislev that Laine also died in the same battle, poetically slain by the man who killed her father.

    Now both the Ungols and Kislevites are saddled with child rulers, hopefully prompting a period of peace. However, the troubles are far from over: The young Tzarina has abandoned the capital altogether for the perceived safety of the small town of Blotno, right on the border with the Empire. The eastern part of the realm, including the capital, is officially in the hands of the Tzarina's six year old sister Inalchin. The young princess is curiously never seen and rumour has it that she was born a freakish monster; as much beast as she is human. What would happen if the people realize the Tzarina's sister is a half-bear mutant is anyone's guess...

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    Beauty and the beast


    Out west, the chivalric kingdom of Bretonnia has its own share of troubles. In 2018, their young king lost his wife to plague, prompting him to go on a quest. The nobles saw this as abandoning the kingdom at a time when it was sorely pressed by the vampiric Red Duke of Aquitaine. In his absence, King Louis was usurped by Ives, Duke of Artois. Not all the nobles agreed with this decision, however and the inflexible Jaufré of Quenelles in southern Bretonnia refused to accept the new king. King Ives could neither quell this insurrection, nor stem the tide of the vicious Aquitaine Host and its Red Duke – at least not before he foolishly strayed into Loren, where he was slain by a Wood Elf after only four years on the throne. Eduard of Montfort was chosen as his successor. Having been on the throne for but a year he is still struggling with Jaufré's revolt and vampiric assaults.


    Lyssa scoffs, unsurprised by the infighting displayed by the Easterners. Such are the realms ruled by the inferior sex. Still, there is more to the world across the sea...

    "Here is Estalia," the captive explains, pointing to the peninsula south-west of Bretonnia, then at herself as best as her restraints allow: "Me, from Estalia. Finterre. Many there go to New World. To Cadavo?" she elaborates.

    "Uh-huh," Lyssa sighs impatiently, with unrestrained disinterest.

    "Kings always fight..." – to neither Amazon's surprise – "...nice for pirate. No one protect trade."

    The queen perks up, pointing east of Estalia: "...and the rest over here?"

    "Tilea. Many small king. Much pirate competition – Sartosa is where live King of Pirates."

    Lyssa looks at Cassiopeia and shrugs: "The pirate queen of Kavana's concubine, maybe?"​


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    In fact, the "pirate kingdom" of Sartosa (highlighted) was destroyed two years earlier, conquered by the Tilean prince Callisto. This had done little to relieve the plight of the merchants plying the Southern Sea, however. In the closest thing to cooperation the petty kings of Estalia could muster, they have consistently preyed on the wealthy Communard republic. While Tigarre, Obregon, Astarios and Cantonia have extended or tried to extend their territory at the expense of the Communards, time will show what this does for trade in the region.

    Apart from the conquest of Sartosa, little has happened amongst the petty principalities of Tilea apart from incessant, minor border shifts.

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    Ouch! Being a merchant here is rough


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    East of Tilea lies the patchwork of tiny states known as the Border Princes. In recent years, an ominous force has risen in the area, almost enough to give the petty lords reason to cease their petty squabbles. Marching across Skull River, Vorag Bloodytooth – the spawn of none other than King Ushoran of the Strigoi vampire clan – has taken a big chunk of the area's heartland. Others may call the ancient vampire "High Chief of Starnek", but he prefers the term "god".

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    He is content to be a crazy bastard


    Not everything is bleak for the mortals here, however. In 2016, after feasting on the terrified Strigany of Sturgun for centuries, the Strigoi vampire Kyeraile was driven out of the Forest of Gloom. Leading the revolt was a brave Strigany warrior named Valentin, who had become a fervent faithful of Sigmar, the god of the Empire. Although it cost him his leg, Valentin was able to liberate his people, and this corner of the Forest of Gloom is now fiercely dedicated to the Heldenhammer.

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    On the northern shore of the Black Gulf, an alliance of Sartosan pirates and Norscan raiders broke down in 2016, after the death of its effective ruler, Vittorio of Masse. Laughing at the suggestion that the man's underage son should 'inherit' leadership of the alliance, the grizzled raider Halvor rallied the Norscans and waged war against the Sartosans. After several years of infighting, Halvor finally came out on top, executed the troublesome Sartosan lad, and established his own Jergdom of Varmrland. This set him up as one of the most powerful lords in the area, second only to Vorag Bloodytooth. Old age is rapidly catching up with the ambitious Norscan, however. Only time will tell if his domain can survive his passing, or be swept away as is customary here in the Border Princes. The old jerg's brothers have carved out petty chiefdoms to the west and are no doubt looking forward to carving a piece of his land for themselves.

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    Scattered between the Norscan chiefdoms is also the Duchy of Khypria, essentially just a collection of counties ruled by relatives and in-laws of Sieghard the Black, the realm's self-styled duke. Although an ill-tempered and sadistic man, Sieghard has scored a surprising advantage over his fellow border princes: Carefully cultivating the image of an avid party animal he has caught the attention of the renowned warrior princess Sandra of Trantio, over in Tilea. Smitten by Sieghard's efforts, the unabashed hedonist agreed to marry him. The fact that the princess is notoriously unfaithful and capricious doesn't bother the duke: More importantly she is eight years his senior and always drinking and fighting. These days sick from overindulgence and wounded in battle, it is surely only a matter of time before she bites the dust, leaving one of the strongest principalities of Tilea to her husband...

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    Seems like a stand-up guy

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    Don't drink and fight, kids


    All of this scheming and positioning could be for nought, however as an even greater threat looms over the Border Princes... In the Badlands the uncommonly cunning – and uncommonly small – Orc warboss Dorum has united most of the greenskins there in his Bone 'Eads horde. Should this green tide surge north, there would be no stopping it. Perhaps the Border Princes' only hope is that Dorum instead goes after his rivals in the Black Shield horde to the south. Or perhaps he is just happy they killed the Bone 'Eads' last leader, giving the position to him.

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    Judge me by my size, do you?


    "South of there... Araby. Much sand, but also gold. They also do pirates, so we careful there. Still... good for going to New World. Avoid elves." The pirate traces a line on the map, showing how setting a course straight from Araby to Lustria stays well south of the High Elf realm of Ulthuan.​

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    The land of Araby is an ever-changing patchwork of sultans and emirs, where dynasties rise and fall. By far the strongest is Abu Bakr of Abergel, a jolly and good-natured man troubled by aristocratic intrigue.

    More ominously, east of Araby the great Tomb King Settra the Imperishable has set out to reunite the once mighty empire of Khemri. However, even this immortal king must contend with pretenders to his rule. This has embroiled him in wars against other ancients such as the hedonistic Queen Henutmire, the Sorcerer-King Neocaisaros and peculiar Dakanef of Zandri who sees himself as a benevolent – if mummified – ruler opposing the tyranny of Settra.


    "Most interesting..." Lyssa muses, starting to get an idea of the big picture. She gives her spymaster a sly smirk: "I told you these foreigners can be useful..."

    Cassiopeia doesn't look entirely convinced. Perhaps to cover up this unintended candidness, she quickly assures her queen: "Everything is going according to plan, Your Highness."

    Lyssa motions for the spymaster to remove the captive now that she is done with her. Her gaze falling down on the map once more, she nods to herself: "You should call for Kriemhild then..."​


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    It is at the feast commemorating the victory in Xoitia that Queen Lyssa makes the announcement. After 16 years of acting as the realm's foremost general, Matriarch Calypso is being replaced as marshal by the younger, up-and-coming Kriemhild. The Jaguar of the Sea makes no protest; in fact she does not seem surprised at all. Nor is really anyone else, except the new marshal herself: Most agree that Calypso has lost the fire and vigour of her youth and has only gotten slower, as made evident during the pirate wars.

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    Of Lyssa's original council, only Feidlimid remains


    The first task the queen assigns her new marshal is assembling warriors for a raid. Easy enough, but Lyssa surprises Kriemhild again by giving her a rather generous deadline. In fact, so generous that Lyssa won't bother to sit around in Ganaina and wait. Telling Kriemhild to run the details by Cassiopeia, the queen takes part of her army and sets sail. Following the coast like they did when they hit Lambada, Lyssa leads her warband just a bit further east this time. A bit further east and to a much bigger prize. If the Queen of the Amazons is preparing for a large raid later this must surely be a worthy trial run: The great lizardman temple city of Tlax, the City of Ghosts.

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