| abstract
| - I was born in a family that was part of a Cimmerian tribe; we were neither of high nor low birth. I was given the name Sjeep. The family consisted of myself, my father, my mother and a for year older brother. The only relative we had outside the family was an uncle on my mother’s side. He had a high rank in the tribe but did not care much about us and I never remember ever having talked to him. My mother said he was just different but that he within really cared about us; my father said that he just cared about his money and high rank and gave nothing for anyone that was not for use to him. I do not recall too much of my first years but from what I can remember it was a good time and we lived a decent life. My father was a hunter and probably the best tracker in the tribe, this gave us respect and we never had to worry about not getting help when we needed it. My mother made clothes from the fur of the hunted animals but also had a lot of time over to take care of me and my brother. When I was around four years old my mother gave birth to another child and I had gotten a little brother. One year after this my father got into a fight which made his leg useless thus making him unable to go hunting anymore. While my mother had to prostitute herself to bring some income to the family my father kept drinking more and more. Our former friends abandoned us and my father started to beat my mother and my older brother, even though he never laid a hand on me I was always afraid. When Kearny, my older brother, turned eighteen he had to fight for the tribe against the Vanir. He got killed the very first time he took place in a battle. When my family got notified about what had happened my father drank more than ever and beat up my mother so bad that she died from the injuries. The uncle, who so far never had been in our life, got my father executed; but after this he abandoned us and I was left alone with my younger brother. This forced me into prostitution and we lived at the bottom of the food chain in the tribe. After a few months my life took yet another terrible turn when a one of my customers killed my brother because he was crying. In rage I took the drunk mans knife and stabbed him numerous times long even after he was dead. Since he was a good friend of the chieftain of our tribe I had to flee for my life. For almost a year I lived alone in the Cimmerian mountains training only for the sole purpose of revenge. During a very hard winter I met a woman neither old nor young but with a body full of scars from former battles. She presented herself as Amazea. Amazea was an Aquilonian warrior who was considered a master with the bow surpassing everyone in her country. She had been in many battles and had killed thousands of men. But she became tired of fighting for foolish men and found no reason in the violence. Now she was a lonely vagabond wandering the world. I decided to follow her and Amazea became my mentor. She taught me everything she knew while we wandered the world seeking for wisdom and knowledge. I forgot everything about my hunger for revenge and my inner rage; instead I started to share a dream with Amazea that we could create a nation only ruled by women since we believed in the stronger mind of women. With this nation we could create peace and justice. But to do this we needed to know more and get stronger so we tried to learn everything we could while enjoying our lives. During this time I felt happier than ever before and I learned a lot about the world and about fighting. After ten years of wandering we had gotten to the deserts of Stygia. One day we got assaulted by a big pack of bandits, at first I did not worry since we had fought and this type of men many times before. They had little knowledge about the real ways of combat and simply charged straight on facing certain a death; usually they would flee after we had killed a few of them. This time it was different though, they were empowered by some sort of black magic and after killing almost half of them we saw the dead men standing up again even stronger than before. We could not stand against them but we were surrounded and had to keep on fighting. My friend and mentor, Amazea, was slain on the spot and they captured me and sold me as a slave. During a shipwreck I managed to escape and I killed my slaver by shoving a dull pole up his ass and then nailed it too the ground and watched him slowly die in agony while the pole wandered further and further up his body. My rage and thirst for vengeance had once again reborn and I was more furious than ever. This was the beginning of a new era, an era of women. I was going to put an end to the rule of men which was corrupted of stupidity and foolishness. I created the guild The Amazons, named after my old friend Amazea, which was a group of female warriors that shared mine and Amazea’s idea about a world ruled by women. /Sjeep - Amazon
|
![[RDF Data]](/fct/images/sw-rdf-blue.png)