From the Memories of Malinsar
The Jungle between the Koshiva and Katimaya
The Year of New Peoples
“Deceit is the weapon of greed.”
My group consisting of the korobokuru Kalameet, the shu Mowgli, the three nubari called Alyssa of the Huroola, Yamboya, and Pure Chaos, and I were visiting the Koshiva tribe. We had been asked by the Council of Elders to meet a River Tam’hi named Flood and do whatever it was he wanted. It turned out that Flood had recently appointed himself the guardian of the River of Laughing Idols, and needed help dealing with a problematic river denizen. He introduced us to Gwalk’maur, a Caiman Katanga who seemed to only have his stomach on his mind. Hoping that we might rub off on him; Flood asked us to, for lack of a better word, babysit him.
Flood also told us that a Tiger Katanga downriver needed help, and asked us to look into it. We eventually came to the decision to travel on the southern banks of the River of Laughing Idols, though when we came to the place where we were to meet the Tiger Katanga, we had to cross the river. This was the most difficult for Kalameet, and Gwalk’maur’s comments didn’t help the matter.
Soon we met the Tiger Katanga called Indibubo. He told us a strange story about meeting a female Saru the other day who was on the path of Chee’ah, the ancestor spirit or god that sometimes guided the ape-people. She claimed to have met the mighty Lion, the spirit which when it comes will bring destruction to Malatra. Lion warned her that it was seeking Tiger, and when it found the spirit of Tiger, it would bring devastation the prophecy foretold. Indibubo asked us to find the Saru, whose name was Molessa Who Likes Coconuts, and investigate the rumor or Lion. She was heading toward the Katimaya lands. He intended to go to Big Chief Bagoomba’s and inform Bengoukee about Lion so the Jungle could prepare for the terrible war which was to come. Indibubo also warned us that he had recently encountered abominable creatures who were dead-yet-walked, and guessed that this had to do with the Lion gathering strength. He cautioned me in particular that I should remain in nubari form on the off chance that we actually did meet Lion.
All of this meant that we had to cross the river again, to try to find the trail of Molessa Who Likes Coconuts. Crossing the river proved just as annoying this time as last, but we made it and started off towards the Katimaya. After two days of travel, we lucked upon Molessa Who Likes Coconuts. She was rather pleasant as she described her encounter with Lion. Apparently the spirit had a high-pitched voice, but she didn’t see him at all. He spoke from behind a bush. We convinced her to come with us, as we suspected something was amiss.
That night we were attacked by a dead gorilla. We destroyed that creature, but at dawn Pure Chaos, Mowgli, and Kalameet fell for a horrible trick and were covered with sticky smelly sap. Yamboya talked to some animals and learned that a few men had been the one to play the trick. They had hidden in the bushes afterward and subsequently vanished.
Later that day, we came to a village of Nubari, these were Koshiva by appearance, though they were far removed from the central tribe. When we spoke to them they claimed to pay homage to Big Chief Bagoomba. The villagers told us that Lion had appeared to some women in the tribe, much in the same way he had appeared to Molessa Who Likes Coconuts. We were very skeptical, and when Pure Chaos attempted to show that Lion could really have been anyone, soon the entire village began to believe him some sort of god. He had some fun with that for a bit, but eventually we put a stop to it.
We ate and rested with them that night, but in the middle of the night, a group of Korobokuru attacked us. Kalameet got himself a bit clobbered, and Mowgli nearly was killed during the incident before we realized that it was a ritualistic mock raid, that the nearby Katimayan tribe must do frequently. The Korobukuru were actually pretty nice, and following the feast and a bit of boasting, they told us of two troublesome Monkey Katanga they had encountered called Ik’k’lam and Beersto Way. They suggested that the pair may be behind the “Lion” rumor.
Sure enough at the communal breakfast, the pair of Katanga arrived. We questioned them, and they admitted to creating the rumor in order to get free things from those they duped. However, the walking dead had not been them; they suggested that it was a lone hermit called Ak-Habivad who had created them. They believed him to be the actual Lion. With the help of the Nubari and Korobukuru we were able to figure out the most likely location of Ak-Habivad’s lair as a cave near the river. We set off for the cave immediately.
When we arrived later in the afternoon, we discovered Ak-Habivad in the cave along with two other men, and a pair of walking-dead-lizardmen. We decided to attack them, and combat was long and hard. We were holding our own for a bit, though the wicked man kept using magic to send Mowgli running from us, and did his best to keep me in place. Gwalk-maur was pleased that he could actually eat someone for a change, and did his best to take out the two men. When Molessa came running back to us to help, she was bathed in golden light. We killed the wicked men finally, and returned to the Nubari village to rest.
The next morning, Indibubo met with us. He told us that Bengoukee had known that this “Lion” had been a trick, as the “time was not yet right” and the Lion was no myth. Someday the prophecies may come true. He would be very pleased to learn that we had killed the priest who was trying to deceive death itself. Molessa said goodbye to us, as she now felt that Chee’ah was taking her toward the Valley of the Spirits, where we could not yet follow. Upon our return to the Koshiva, Gwalk-maur promised not to try to eat EVERY living thing he met from now on, but said he reserved the right to change his mind. I guess that is as much as we could expect from the single-minded warrior.