Wool-Gathering...

I suppose we'd all like to get away from time to time, especially with our personal OC's---the "beauteous Amazons" in this bit of nonsense are characters from an earlier poem:  Varda Astaldo (redhead), see poem here: The Saga of Varda Astaldo
SILENCE!  Hear you now,
A tale of gods and titans,
Horrible powers of darkling chaos, hammering
Earth, sky and water, until the vaulted heavens
Tumbled into the Deeps---
The entire Cosmos shuddering, on the brink of ruin,
Until She came forth, unsheathed
Her sword, and started swinging---
Varda Astaldo, exalted and valiant, her fiery copper tresses
Blazing in the gale;
Goddess of battle, bane of dæmons,
Smiting gods and monsters in her fury, putting
All to flight!
Stalwart heroine, semi-clad in armor, heedless
Of hell-fire and howling maws
Filled with bloody fangs--Gormegil she swung,
Sword of Horror, forged by Cyclopes from star-shot
Iron; each stroke of Varda's blade sent monstrous heads
Flying from scaly necks!  Into the ranks of chaos
The Valkyrie charged, her blue eyes blazing as she slew
Great Cthulhu himself---sent that monster plunging
Into the abyss.  Nor did she stop there---
Gathering her strength, Varda attacked again,
Charg Vulnavia of Vanaheim is the blonde, of course... The Saga of Vulnavia: Chapter 1OF Vulnavia and the Sundering of Vanaheim, many songs might have been sung, but much was lost in that tumultuous epoch; yet her name continued to resound in the legends and tales which survived and were passed down to the Three Queendoms of Pallas Artemisia...
The Royal Archives of Soronos, in the capital city of Corna-Fali, is a vast and elegant fortress-library, access granted only to certain persons; my friendship with Varda Astaldo has given me some freedom within its walls, but I am being chaperoned.  Lynra d'Arcté, the primly beautiful Assistant Archivist, is keeping a wary eye on me as I riffle through the card catalog.  Clad in a pale blue pullover and tight white leggings, Lynra purses her lips nervously as I jot down the titles of some of the earliest surviving manuscripts which tell of Vanaheim.
 
   "Ffej! I hope you realize that these documents are extremely rare," she frowns, tossing her raven pony-flip (she bears a remarkable 
The brunette, Zothique, has yet to be introduced, I need to post one of her stories...and then there's Ar-Luin, a blue-haired half-Elven scapegrace who has recently made his debut in my writings!  To Catch A Thief
Pallas Artemisia, planet of Amazons, is a world with a curious history, which I intend to write down at length some day; my researches bring me often to the three island-nations of Pallas Artemisia, each of which has developed its own unique culture, though the Three Queendoms share certain traits...
  The Queendom of Pnaar-Zynoth is a veritable cornucopia of adventure and intrigue--Robert E. Howard would have felt quite at home in this wild Sword & Sorcery culture!  The impetuous, physically combative Amazons of these twin cities are always ready for a challenge, and love to compete in public, so there are always spectacles to attend on weekends and holidays; in Pnaar (arguably the more civilized of the two) chariot-races and Olympic-style competitions are more popular, but good old-fashioned gladiatorial combats are still all the rage in Zynoth, and that's where I find myself tonight, in the company of Varda Astaldo, who invariably acts as my chaperone whenever I vi  Stay tuned for more adventures...