Start with how the Amazons first came to be.

You cannot help but blush as someone as obviously feminine as Laoda comments on your beauty; it almost makes you forgive her for once again put you in the spotlight with her honeyed words and her amazing, though annoying, skill of drawing a crowd. Almost everything she said and did seems to be carefully planned and calculated. First by suggesting that you meet with Resia to reopen trade between your nations which led to you inevitably meeting the three men. Then, she recommended that you spend some quality time with the men in the closed-off section of the tent, which not only relaxes you but also allowed you to learn how to use your beauty to enthrall the men around you. Now that she is confident that you know how to use your beauty and that you are nice and relaxed, she ensures that you are the center of attention this time as the beautiful Queen of the Amazons, not just a hot-headed and powerful warrior.

As all eyes fall upon you, you sigh and slowly start to sit. Using what you learned from your day's experience you made sure that your movements are languid and seductive. As you straighten you lightly slide your fingertips over your thigh, drawing everyone’s eyes to your smooth, toned legs. Once fully upright, you hooked your hands behind your back and stretch, arching your back and showing off the curves of your hips and the roundness of your breasts as they threaten to spill out of the breastplate. Finally, you drape your legs over the side of the large pillow and crossed your legs before placing both hands on the back of the pillow and leaning back slightly. As you take in the small crowd you are careful to keep a seductive yet confident look on your face.

Your exotic power and beauty are enhanced by your surroundings. Two handsome men sit on your sides attending to your every whim, another kneels behind you massaging your bare shoulders and raking his hands through your raven hair, standing to your sides are two guards dressed in golden armor further conveying status and power. With Laoda standing attentively an adviser to her Queen, and of course the backdrop of silk drapes and exotic fruits that surrounded you the effect could not have been better. You could see an artist immortalizing this moment in a painting if one so desired. The only thing missing is a crown on your brow, which you were in the process of reclaiming along with your vengeance.

“The Accorian people were once a simple tribe of islanders,” you begin filling the small room with the firm voice of one who is accustomed to being listened to, “with a culture not much different than your own. My great-great grandmothers were like other women you know, living under the rule of men. The men would hunt and fish while the women worked in their gardens, cooked and cared for the children.” Your mother told you this story many times and instructors made sure that it was engraved into your mind. Growing up you were sick of the tale but as you repeat it to the nobles, they all seemed eager to hear, like children listening to a bedtime story for the first time. “They lived in relative peace on the island however it would not last. For you see, the women of Accor were beautiful beyond description but vain as scarlet cokatoos and sadly, as cold as ice. The men, enthralled by their beauty, would beg to have them as wives and father children in their bountiful wombs, but because of their unnatural pride my maternal ancestors refused to risk pregnancy and the changes that childbearing had on their youthful appearance. Even when married, these women resisted starting a family; over time, the men, **** to keep their bloodline from disappearing resorted to the capturing the women they lusted after and taking them by ****.”

“Maybe they should have spread their legs when they were told,” jokes a man from the crowd.

You glare at him and the other nobles laughing around him wich quickly hushes them. “At first this custom was practiced by the most powerful warriors and (they claimed) only as a way to preserve their people,” you continue softly watching with silent satisfaction as the audience leans forward eager to hear more. “But over time this practice became more and more common until it turned into a sick fetish. The men of Accor no longer wooed the women they desired, nor were children conceived in love, when they wanted sex, they took it, brutally. No longer were institutions of marriage and commitment valued, all that mattered is the ability to find and take the women of the island. As the rapes grew more and more frequent and the men became more and more violent, the women learned to both fear and hate them, hiding as best they could from the very men that should have been their protectors.

One day a band of raiders came to Accor with the intent of striping the land of its wealth and helping themselves to the beautiful sun-kissed women the island was known for. The men of Accor meet the raiders on the beach, spears in hand, ready to protect what was theirs, but none survived. The raiders brought with them bows that could strike deadly shafts from far beyond the reach of even the best spear throw. The strangers cut through the warriors like sharks feeding on newborn whale calves. The victors strode over the mangled bodies bloodying the white sand of the Accorian beach eager to find the undefended wives and daughters of the now dead warriors.” A low murmur passes through the assembled noblemen and women, and it is hard to tell if excitement or sympathy is the prevailing tone.

“These raiders no doubt,” you go on refusing to sugar coat the truth of the fate of most women when a battle is lost, “had every intention of claiming these prizes either for their own carnal pleasures or to be sold as slaves for other men to enjoy. However, the women of Accor had grown tired of being ravaged by men, and had a great deal of practice evading capture.” You see several of the pretty noblewomen smile thoughtfully and lean forward to hear more clearly. “As the overconfident raiders searched the thick jungles my ancestors drew them away from their companions and fell upon them with furious rage. These women fought the raiders armed with swords and bows using farming implements and kitchen knifes. But unlike the men of Accor, these first Amazons attacked from the shadows and they fought with cunning - dropping tangled vines on their pursuers, or leading them into pits . By the end of the day, as a blood-red sunset lit the western horizon, no man was left standing, neither from Accor nor the raiding party.”

You noticed a nearby noblewoman snickering at the outcome of the story. The man she was with wouldn’t keep his hands off of her ass and it looks like your story is giving her some dangerous ideas.

“That day the fury of the women of Accor attracted the attention of Aries. He was impressed by their willingness to fight, even more so because they won against a stronger ****, and without training or proper weapons. As a reward for their determination and strategy, he blessed the women, giving them strength to match or surpass that of men to go along with their natural abilities. Thus, the first Amazons were born.”

“Afterward, Aries tasked the women with the noble duty of rebuilding their culture. He sent warriors of Polares to Accor to help train the new Amazons and to breed with them, so they could grow and honor him like the warriors who served him already. However, although the Amazons were more than willing to train with the men, when the time came to breed, they were…disrespectful. The Amazon women could not see the difference between the abusive island men and those who came in the service of the war god. Ares was angered that his gift were rejected and he called on the goddess Aphrodite for help.”

You pause, hesitant to tell the next part of the story. As with most tales involving the goddess of love and passion these next few parts were quite raunchy, to put it mildly, and it reveals something about your Sisters that few men know. Still, as you gaze about the room, you see the curious faces of the young nobles and Laoda who is smiling and motioning for you to keep going. You realize that it is far too late to stop the tale abruptly, but you wonder how much detail is needed to complete the story. Clearing your throat to calm your nerves and recapture the attention of the room you continue.