Chapter 39: Put Down
03.12.2041
The sheer size of the Amazon flagship mitigates the roil of the end-year seas in Amaxon Bay admirably. Rivalling some Easterner vessels, it is a testament to Amazon ingenuity; not bad for a civilization with a tendency to look to the past rather than the future...
"I thought Calypso's the one who doesn't wanna be here," Inanna observes as she surveys the royal cabin. A gloom hangs over the room, despite the light from the foreign-made lanterns. A gloom that emanates from the monarch herself.
"None of us want to be here," Lyssa grumbles, staring at the ceiling. "But it has to be done. This subversive 'equality' nonsense must be nipped in the bud."
"I'd like to see how 'equal' they feel with my mace in their face," Inanna grins dangerously.
Lyssa sighs and turns her gaze upon her daughter: "We're not here to kill everyone, Inanna. We're talking about males here: they aren't malicious, just gullible and short-sighted. Which is why we have to tend to this matter before word spreads."
"...'to protect our other males', yeah you've already told me several times. Rigg save me, are you still upset you didn't find any shiny sun-weapons in Xahutec?"
If she wasn't already, the accusation certainly sours Lyssa's mood: "And here I thought it would be very much of interest to you to find artifacts left by our ancestors!"
"Fire lances and sun gauntlets are hardly womanly weapons," Inanna scoffs.
"Perhaps a warrior who cannot produce womanly heirs should care less about weapons and more about relics that can decide a child's sex in the womb?" Lyssa shoots back.
"So that's what this is all about," Inanna growls. Her cheeks glow red around black warpaint. "Ugh... I'm out of here..." She jabs a finger at her mother: "And while you're sitting on your ass like you always do, maybe consider if it's 'cause of your damned selfishness that Rigg rewarded you with nothing but ashes and rubble for taking her holy city!"
"Get out!" Lyssa commands, as if to salvage some pride by telling her daughter to do what she is already doing. Halfway out of her chair in anger, the queen flops back down once Inanna leaves her sight. With a groan as loud as that of the straining woodwork, she clutches her head. Before she is left alone with her frustration there's a shout from the doorway:
"I am going to kill everyone, just try and stop me!"
The sheer size of the Amazon flagship mitigates the roil of the end-year seas in Amaxon Bay admirably. Rivalling some Easterner vessels, it is a testament to Amazon ingenuity; not bad for a civilization with a tendency to look to the past rather than the future...
"I thought Calypso's the one who doesn't wanna be here," Inanna observes as she surveys the royal cabin. A gloom hangs over the room, despite the light from the foreign-made lanterns. A gloom that emanates from the monarch herself.
"None of us want to be here," Lyssa grumbles, staring at the ceiling. "But it has to be done. This subversive 'equality' nonsense must be nipped in the bud."
"I'd like to see how 'equal' they feel with my mace in their face," Inanna grins dangerously.
Lyssa sighs and turns her gaze upon her daughter: "We're not here to kill everyone, Inanna. We're talking about males here: they aren't malicious, just gullible and short-sighted. Which is why we have to tend to this matter before word spreads."
"...'to protect our other males', yeah you've already told me several times. Rigg save me, are you still upset you didn't find any shiny sun-weapons in Xahutec?"
If she wasn't already, the accusation certainly sours Lyssa's mood: "And here I thought it would be very much of interest to you to find artifacts left by our ancestors!"
"Fire lances and sun gauntlets are hardly womanly weapons," Inanna scoffs.
"Perhaps a warrior who cannot produce womanly heirs should care less about weapons and more about relics that can decide a child's sex in the womb?" Lyssa shoots back.
"So that's what this is all about," Inanna growls. Her cheeks glow red around black warpaint. "Ugh... I'm out of here..." She jabs a finger at her mother: "And while you're sitting on your ass like you always do, maybe consider if it's 'cause of your damned selfishness that Rigg rewarded you with nothing but ashes and rubble for taking her holy city!"
"Get out!" Lyssa commands, as if to salvage some pride by telling her daughter to do what she is already doing. Halfway out of her chair in anger, the queen flops back down once Inanna leaves her sight. With a groan as loud as that of the straining woodwork, she clutches her head. Before she is left alone with her frustration there's a shout from the doorway:
"I am going to kill everyone, just try and stop me!"
When the Amazon fleet arrives outside the archipelago of Kavana, canoe scout teams find no sign of rebel forces on Amazoc island. Careful landing parties confirm that only a handful of misguided cultists remain. The rest have joined their brothers elsewhere. Perhaps they have gotten wind of the queen's approach and have consolidated their forces – or they have simply abandoned the smallest and most insignificant of the Triad Islands.
Able to make landfall completely unopposed, Lyssa's forces quickly round up the stragglers and gently question them. Eager for an outlet for her frustration, the queen herself proves quite persuasive. In between screams, the males confirm that the fort at Xocibiki still holds out... barely.
According to the helpful captives, no doubt grateful to be back under their queen's benevolent protection, the leader of the uprising has called his followers to his side. The queen's advisors interpret this as preparation for a final assault on Fort Xocibiki. Lyssa is reluctant, but Inanna and Calypso insist that they must sail at once and strike before the enemy is ready.
The ancient tradition of Rebel Whack-a-mole
At first it seems like the queen's worries are unfounded. As the year passes into the next, the Amazons land on Xocibiki with barely any more resistance than on Amazoc. Clearly the dangers of the religious uprising have been exaggerated. The fanatics had succeeded in taking Fort Xocibiki, but even fresh from the Xahutec campaign the Amazon army has no trouble seizing it in a frontal assault. As expected, males are no match for battle-hardened Amazons.
Despite the easy victories, Lyssa has no intention of leaving for Ganaina only to be distracted by a third uprising. As much as the idea might appeal to Inanna, who is upset over the lack of fighting s far, Lyssa cannot exactly just kill everyone in the Triad Islands. The whole situation is a mess: Hapless innocents coerced by true believers, all influenced by insidious pirates that remain infuriatingly elusive and stuck in between, confused Easterners who fear and shun both Stromfels and Rigg.
In order to deal with the situation, Marshal Kriemhild is recalled from her recruitment duties in Ganaina. Before she can arrive, however, the guerilla campaign in Kavana takes an unexpected turn. The easy invasion has indeed been a mirage: Mere days after the fall of Xocibiki the enemy emerges from the jungle to take the fight to the Amazons. Lyssa relishes the opportunity to crush the rebels in open battle: It is the perfect opportunity to achieve the crushing victory she needs to restore order, both divine and administrative. That the fools oblige her by coming to her is just the honey glaze on the roast capybara. In turn she will oblige them by letting them do so.
Come at me
02.03.2042
Lyssa raises her hand to remind her warriors to remain steady. Even if the rabble are obviously inferior fighters, the Amazons are significantly outnumbered. All the more reason to face the rebels on the narrow plain between Fort Xocibiki and the town below and deny them any advantage.
"Let the huntresses harass them," the queen tells her commanders, trusting them to carry out her plans.
As the black and red banners dedicated to vile Stromfels come closer, the sight just becomes more and more bizarre. Of course, she has witness males fighting in battles many times before, but only pirates and Easterners. To see her enemy dressed up in Amazon wargear, faces painted in ferocious designs that are most familiar to her, is to gaze into a bizarre mirror universe.
The rebels march steadfastly, eerie chants in a strange mix of Amazon and Sartosan filling the air. Lyssa might have remarked on how they must be ignoring her skirmishers if not for the captivating depravity of it all.
Quite unperturbed the rebels start exchanging fire as they march, meeting Amazon javelins with slings and heathen fire rods. As the lead shot tears through their ranks, Lyssa grits her teeth and checks the mana supply on her sun gauntlet. Watching the enemy charge she is about to call for a shield wall when she is interrupted by a cry: "My queen! The flank!"
Lyssa steps out of line to get a better look, immediately knowing to look to Inanna's left flank. Rather than stand firm her daughter is charging the enemy, with her regiment trailing behind her in a disorganized attempt to keep up with their bloodthirsty commander. Eager to kill as many heretics as possible, Inanna cuts a deep swathe through enemy lines.
A dizzying array of predictions rush through Lyssa's mind as she wrestles with what to do. She very nearly orders her troops to support her daughter, but hesitates. The enemy is but moments away from her own lines and the warriors under Inanna's command have broken formation to rush to her aid.
She is about to take her eyes off the debacle on the flank when suddenly the haphazard trickle starts to falter. One by one, shieldmaidens stumble and fall. "What in the–" Only when it is too late does it dawn on her what is happening: Out of the deep jungle, males operating like huntresses, firing arrows at heedless opponents. Already way out of formation, the surprised Amazons crumble as the enemy ambushers pour out of the trees.
"All warriors, quick, left!" Lyssa screams. "Support the flank!"
Her sisters respond immediately. Doing her best to keep up with the shieldmaidens, Lyssa's eyes seek desperately through the throng of spears, bodies and death for a glimpse of her daughter. All of a sudden the mass that was rushing ahead of her slows down around her, inertia carrying her ahead a few more steps before coming to a halt like a pebble dropped in jam.
The din of battle coming from her right explains it all: They have been engaged by the main enemy force. Pinned down before they could reach Inanna's force. Unable to push through her own ranks, all Lyssa can do is watch as in the distance, Inanna's whirling macuahuitl is swarmed by enemies. For all her strength, isolated she is eventually overwhelmed.
Desperate shouts.
The enemy has broken through.
Lyssa raises her hand to remind her warriors to remain steady. Even if the rabble are obviously inferior fighters, the Amazons are significantly outnumbered. All the more reason to face the rebels on the narrow plain between Fort Xocibiki and the town below and deny them any advantage.
"Let the huntresses harass them," the queen tells her commanders, trusting them to carry out her plans.
As the black and red banners dedicated to vile Stromfels come closer, the sight just becomes more and more bizarre. Of course, she has witness males fighting in battles many times before, but only pirates and Easterners. To see her enemy dressed up in Amazon wargear, faces painted in ferocious designs that are most familiar to her, is to gaze into a bizarre mirror universe.
The rebels march steadfastly, eerie chants in a strange mix of Amazon and Sartosan filling the air. Lyssa might have remarked on how they must be ignoring her skirmishers if not for the captivating depravity of it all.
Quite unperturbed the rebels start exchanging fire as they march, meeting Amazon javelins with slings and heathen fire rods. As the lead shot tears through their ranks, Lyssa grits her teeth and checks the mana supply on her sun gauntlet. Watching the enemy charge she is about to call for a shield wall when she is interrupted by a cry: "My queen! The flank!"
Lyssa steps out of line to get a better look, immediately knowing to look to Inanna's left flank. Rather than stand firm her daughter is charging the enemy, with her regiment trailing behind her in a disorganized attempt to keep up with their bloodthirsty commander. Eager to kill as many heretics as possible, Inanna cuts a deep swathe through enemy lines.
A dizzying array of predictions rush through Lyssa's mind as she wrestles with what to do. She very nearly orders her troops to support her daughter, but hesitates. The enemy is but moments away from her own lines and the warriors under Inanna's command have broken formation to rush to her aid.
She is about to take her eyes off the debacle on the flank when suddenly the haphazard trickle starts to falter. One by one, shieldmaidens stumble and fall. "What in the–" Only when it is too late does it dawn on her what is happening: Out of the deep jungle, males operating like huntresses, firing arrows at heedless opponents. Already way out of formation, the surprised Amazons crumble as the enemy ambushers pour out of the trees.
"All warriors, quick, left!" Lyssa screams. "Support the flank!"
Her sisters respond immediately. Doing her best to keep up with the shieldmaidens, Lyssa's eyes seek desperately through the throng of spears, bodies and death for a glimpse of her daughter. All of a sudden the mass that was rushing ahead of her slows down around her, inertia carrying her ahead a few more steps before coming to a halt like a pebble dropped in jam.
The din of battle coming from her right explains it all: They have been engaged by the main enemy force. Pinned down before they could reach Inanna's force. Unable to push through her own ranks, all Lyssa can do is watch as in the distance, Inanna's whirling macuahuitl is swarmed by enemies. For all her strength, isolated she is eventually overwhelmed.
Desperate shouts.
The enemy has broken through.
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