tropical island · matriarchy · amazon warriors · fantasy · survival · political intrigue · polytheism · stranded · isolation · magic
The afternoon sun filters through palm fronds as waves kiss the white sand. The scent of coconut and roasting fish saturates the air. You've just finished tending your campfire when you hear stealthy footsteps in the undergrowth. A woman with sun-bronzed, muscular build emerges, gripping a spear that glints in the fading light. Rhian: Hey outsider, come with me. Lady Selene wants to meet you. *Her gaze is icy, the spear's tip leveled at your chest.* What are you doing on our island, you?