Chaos Chronicles part 2
by dmaynard
A fantasy story about a mythical race of violent amazonian women*


NOTE: adult, violent fantasy, please be over 18. TY!

Korrum didn't want to admit he had lost his away, again, but the situation was
starting to appear hopeless. He glanced back down the way he had came, the
wind starting to pick up and blow small dust swirls in the road, and then
glanced forward. He was at a crossroads, in the middle of nowhere, and
thankfully the gallows were empty of the rotting corpses of criminals.

He looked up into the sky and saw clouds on the horizon, the wind carrying the
scent of rain. This was most certainly the last thing he needed, but he
couldn't help the weather, he wasn't THAT powerful yet. He set down his pack
and rummaged through the contents producing a weathered cloak that offered
little protection from inclement conditions. He sighed as he secured the
cloak, and then carefully pulled out a yellowed parchment from his vest. He
gazed at the parchment, brow furrowed in concentration. He wondered nervously
if he had miss-translated the maps legend, he could be heading East when he
needed to go West, a thousand depressing thoughts entered his head. Korrum
brushed back the curly black haired monstrousity that had grown out from under
his cap. Tall and thin, yet very little facial hair, the wind threatened to
blow the young adept over as it intensfied. Rolling up the aged map his next
important step was to find shelter, and fast.

Leaving the crossroads, Korrum stepped into the knee-high grass and tripped,
flying face-forward. Muttering curses at his clumsiness, he looked down to see
what he had fallen upon and was rewarded with the rotted remains of a road
sign. Hastily he picked up the tattered sign and brushed off the dirt, bits of
debris flying into his face as the wind increased velocity. Tracing with his
finger, he barely saw the words "Darktree 5 mi", he knew that Darktree was a
small village, a den of thieves to put it more aptly, built on top of the
ruins of an ancient city. The ruins, above ground and below, provided the
blackmarket of Darktree, which Korrum recalled was placed in rather close
proximity to the towns of Greywood and Primarias. Korrum was also excited, as
the ruins of Darktree were rumored to contain a secret that would allow a
person access to what Mages called, the Multiverse.

Blips of rain began to spalsh onto the sign, and Korrum dropped it back into
its resting place as he pulled the weather beaten cloak over his head.
Throwing his pack on, Korrum wondered into the light forest that trailed the
road hoping to draw as little as attention as possible. His eyes scanned the
wood for a good place to camp and wait out the rain, which had began to drop
even harder.

He finally found a flat enough spot and pitched his small tent and made a
fire. He had purchased the water-proofed canvas with what little gold he had,
and also took note that his food stores were running ever lower. As much as he
hated the idea, he would need to restock in Darktree, but wasn't looking
forward to dealing with a town that had such a nasty reputation.

The rain kept up a medium pace, and Korrum kept only a small fire so as not to
draw any attention. He boiled some water for tea, his most precious personal
commodity, and feasted on some flatbread and dry cheese. The tree branches
above him helped to keep most of his camp somewhat dry but Korrum stayed
within his tent as much as possible. After a time, he settled back to kick off
his boots and try for a little sleep, when he heard a thumping noise. It
sounded to him as the stomping of many heavy feet intermingled with normal
footsteps, putting out what remained of his puny fire, Korrum reattached his
cloak and left the tent.

A little distance away he saw torchlight and large shadows moving briskly
about. Curiosity getting the better of him, he snuck as quietly as he could to
the where it seemed the light and the shadows converged in the wood. As he got
near he squirmed on his belly, edging to the top of a small valley ringed with
heavy brush. As he poked his way through the brush, he finally got a clear
view of what was making the heavy stomping, and he nearly choked.

Assembled in the valley was cadre of women, immensely huge women. Huge
certainly not in the sense of fat or blubbler, no, on the contrary these women
possesed exceptional physiques. They towered like giants over a small group of
men that lay in the centre of them. By the torchlight he saw their beatiful
faces all framed by wavy or curly brunette hair. The women wore various
articles of leather clothing that left little to the imagination. They talked
amongst themselves with a foriegn speech that Korrum could not determine, and
the men that huddled together looked mad with fright. Their eyes big as saucer
plates, grimy faces, and sweaty as if they had been running miles.

One of the women approached the men, Korrum counted six in all, and again
Korrum stared mystified. The bulges protruding from their bodies appeared be
nothing but sinewy rippling muscle. More muscle than Korrum had seen on
anything in his entire life. He guessed by his own height that the smallest
woman there was still 2-3 feet taller and easily that much wider than his own
thin body. The woman that had closed in on the group suddenly spoke.

"Stand up! Now!" The woman barked at the men who groaned in pain on the ground
and refused to stand. Suddenly, the woman grabbed the closest man and hauled
him up by his neck. Choked off, the man spluttered and spit, legs kicking
several inches from the ground. With the barest of squeezes, she crushed his
throat, bloodly gurgling noises issued from his mouth as she he saw her
literally dig her other hand into the lower portion of his back, and pulling,
proceeded to rip his spine from his flesh. Korrum held his his mouth shut,
fighting the urge to puke, as the savage woman dangled the spine and head of
their compatriot in front of the rest of the men, depositing what was left of
the body on the ground at her feet. The men wasted no time in standing to
attention.

"That's better." she snarled and threw the bloody head and spine onto the
ground stomping the skull with her foot. Korrum whinced as the skull popped
like a melon under massive leg. The other men stood in transfixed horror as
she ground his remains into the dirt, her thigh flexing mightily as she did
so.

Korrum watched as others came forth and inspected the men, they roughly
checked their physiques, made them open their mouths and inspected their eyes
and ears. Another one came behind and tore off their clothes, much to the
amusement of the other women who had gathered around. Korrum noticed that
those men with less then amazing endowments were openly rideculed and sperated
from the rest of the group. Korrum also noticed that one followed behind the
inspectors with a glowing stone. When she recieved a signal the woman would
press the stone roughly into the chest and back of the man, branding him
magickally, from what he could see.

After they had seperated the unwanted men from the group, they trussed up the
others and two gigantic women swung them upon their backs and took off into
the forest. The rest stood there, rain drops running in rivlets over their
tremendous bodies looking at the remaining two men that cowered next to each
other. Korrum watched as one of the largest of the women gathered there strode
forward, her muscular bulk closing in on the small males. One of them fell to
the earth, pleading for his life, Korrum caught a whiff of stench as the other
man soiled himself.

"Know this, puny humans..." the gigantic female sneered at the two horrified
men. "...your kind will always be but animals to us, to hunt and kill at our
lesuire." Her accented speech made it tough to follow her words, but Korrum
sensed something omnious was about to happen.

CRACK! He whipped his head to the left as another of these awesome women
ripped a tree the size of Korrum's waist from the earth, muslces bulging
powerfully as she did so. Another assisted her, snapping off the branches and
breaking off the roots, turning the tree into a giant-sized primitive spear.

Grinning, the she-giant grabbed the struggling bodies of the men and plunged
them onto the tree-spear. Screaming and moaning, Korrum watched in horror as
they bled to death, their entrails streaming behind them on the tree bark. The
woman merely laughed as they spasmed in their death throes, and she threw the
tree spear with a mighty heave. Korrum watched the poor men disappear into the
drizzling darkness, to land with a loud thud some ways off.

Korrum watched as the women snickered and then, gathering their weapons and
packs, vanished into the wood. Korrum backed down the slope trembling, he
hugged the ground with all his might, each snap and crack of the forest
causing him to nervously twitch his head in all directions. When he felt at a
safe enough distance, he got up and tumbled his way back to camp in a mad
rush. Spilling into his campsite, Korrum hastily packed his meager belongings
and struck out for Darktree, feeling all to suddenly that Darktree was
significantly safer than this forest.

**********

The young lithe athletic form gracefully stole through the forest. Nearly
impossible to see with its dark green cloak and mud-brown leather, it came to
a stop by a large oak. Quietly scanning the area, it then pulled back the
cloak's hood reveling a beautiful young woman. Her shoulder length dark red
hair was set back into a small ponytail, creamy skin covered a graceful face,
and high cheek bones. Piercing green eyes gazed the forest around her as she
reached into a small pouch for her rations. She had been on Kor's trail for a
couple of days now, almost losing him outside of Trailburn, a small hamlet
several miles west. She worried constantly for him, but had yet to see any
signs of his demise. Foolishly Korrum had chased after a treasure, not
recognizing that the old tattered map he had gotten from that beggar was
false. However, much like herself, Korrum felt confined in the village of
WestBerg, and wanted an oppertunity to travel and see the metropolises of the
world. Sadly, his mother and father refused to grant him leave, fearing the
world to dangerous for their only son. Angry, Korrum left regardless, and so
here was Yanna, chasing him down like another fool. She had come back from an
extended hunt with her brothers and father to find Korrum had left town
chasing after his dreams of riches. To Korrum's credit he wanted desperately
to improve the livelyhood of his parents and his fellow townsfolk,but he was
young and naive, and Yanna knew that he could not survive long outside the
only world he had known in Westberg.

Yanna gulped down a couple of swigs of water and then pressed on. She trailed
Korrum for the rest of the afternoon before coming upon a gristly sight. In a
shallow valley the smell of blood was permeating, and Yanna took expert notice
that markings left behind belonged to gigantic creatures, humaniod by their
tracks. Blood, excrement, and pieces of flesh littered the ground, as if a
group of bears had feasted. Yanna circled the valley picking up signs of
Korrum's trail, and as the sun began to set she came upon his campsite which
had the distinct look of someone that had left hastily. Relief flooded through
Yanna as she noticed that Korrum's trail had led him safely away from the
violent scene in the valley. Filled with concern she pressed on, traing Korrum
as long as their was light. When darkness set completely, Yanna shrank to the
ground in exhaustion and prepared to catch a few hours rest, for all the good
it did her as she slept fitfully, plagued by dreams of Korrum's death.

**********

Nienna knocked lightly on the door to Salron's study, the mage bade her to
enter and she noticed him intently staring at a collection of withered
documents.

"Good news at last." He told her as she apprached his back, sensuously rubbing
his shoulders.

"One of my couriers was able to...ascertain...these ancient documents from a
collector in Runehallow. They were protected by fairly potent mechanisms, but
of no true problem. I have discovered that these documents are ritualistic in
nature, and refer to some sort of ceremony involving a rite of passage..."
Salron trailed off returning to his investigation.

"That is wonderful to hear my Lord...this collector...he must not have wanted
to part with them easily." Nienna licked her lips as she continued to massage
the wizard's tense shoulders.

"He would be foolish to do anything less, thankfully, Malric has ways
of...persuading people to do things they otherwise would not." Salron grinned.
Nienna knew of Malric, a cunning thief, and handy with a blade. Nienna knew he
worked as an assassin in and around Darktree for years.

Nienna had not seen the mage for a couple of days, and teasingly sought to
pull Salron away from his work for just a little while. Salron at first
ignored her advancements, intent on deciphering the documents he had received.
However, Nienna was not so easily dissauded. Her expert hands found the mage's
manhood, and soon Salron had dropped his papers and was moaning. She pulled
him up from his chair and pulled him to the bedroom...

BAM! The study door banged open several gaurds appearing through. Salron
straightened himself.

"What is the meaning of this!?" he fumed. Nienna lazily pulled a blanket over
her bosom, and winked at the soldiers who licked their lips at her. "Answer me
now!"

"Forgive our intrusion mighty Salron, but our Lord and Master King Aldrin
wishes your presense immediately!" the trooper bowed slightly as he finished.

"I'll be here, waiting..." Nienna sank into Salron's bed as he hastily donned
the clothes of his office.

"It had better be important..." he muttered under his breath.

end part 2