Malatra Redux

The Year of Awakening #6

From the Memories of [[:yamboya-mosswalker | Yamboya Mosswalker
Big Chief Bagoomba]]
The Year of Awakening
“Fear is a disease: hope is the only cure.”
I sat in front of the roaring fire within the village of Big Chief Bagoomba. Near me were other warriors and heroes of our tribe and various visitors. The grizzled korobokuru shaman Bengoukee danced before us. He told us that three spirits; Enala the sky, Bootara the wind, and Ligela the earth have all warned him of danger to Malatra. A plague was coming—one that would likely wipe all life from that land.
Bengoukee told me that I was chosen to stop this plague. Also chosen were the village warrior a tiger katanga called Shere Khan, and a monkey katanga witch doctor called Black Chaos. The korobokuru then told us that the spirits had also told him that we had one chance to save the jungle. We needed to head to the north and find a pool surrounded by a grove of trees. Then when the water turned pink with the morning sun, we were to find the earth woman, and embrace her. Then we would learn how to speak with the Speaker of Wisdom, the oldest tree in the grove. This would help us find a way to prevent the plague.
The three of us set out at once and soon we had found the grove. We had but a few hours to wait until morning, though unfortunately we missed the pink of the pool, and had to wait another full day. We hoped we had enough time. During the day, Shere Khan was the lucky to find the Earth Woman—an idol statue deep below the water. Black Chaos was able to reach it and embrace it, and it told him to drink the pink water. He needed rescuing, but we survived.
When the water turned pink the next day, we tried drank some of it. The world seemed to go fuzzy, and the trees in the grove looked somewhat different. We began wandering about the grove, and discovered that we could talk to the trees. Some of them were more talkative than others, and a few were downright unfriendly. A few gave us some gifts. Eventually, we found the Speaker of Wisdom was an dead Shaggybark tree.
The Speaker told us that the plague that was coming had come before, four hundred cycles ago. It had survived it, but barely. It had felt that the plague was a way to wipe clean the life of Malatra so that life could start over. It didn’t know much more so suggested that it speak to someone older. It told us to go to the River of Laughing Idols, plant our feet in the soil and eat a pit of its root. We thanked the Speaker of Wisdom and retrieved the root.
We headed to the river, though we had to avoid some lizard men along the way. When we arrived, we did as the Speaker had suggested and soon found that we could speak with stones. The nearest stone idol told us that the plague that was coming came every four-hundred cycles or so, when Fire Mountain produced a smoke in the air. It was unstoppable once it began. Some loose pebbles in the water wanted to be scattered elsewhere, in order to see the world.
A statue fountain gave us the most useful information. It told us that the plague was actually a cloud of insects, horrid winged things that ate everything they came across very quickly. They were called luroki, and swarmed every four hundred cycles or so. They were about the size of nubari’s thumb and bred in large numbers. During the last swarm, some intelligent apes attempted to stop it before it began and had gathered some sap from iticala trees. They were too late however, and were all killed.
A big gray rock told us the nest of the creatures was miles south down the river, and was somewhere in a half-submerged cave near the Itcala trees. This was enough information for us to begin our quest. So we headed downriver. We fought some winged snakes early the next day, and took their skins as trophies. On the third day we found the trees, and decided we needed some sap.
Black Chaos nearly died retrieving some, as a hidden leaf spider was ready to attack anyone who climbed the tree to get the sap which only flowed from the upper branches. But we were successful. We took the sap and returned to the river, where we eventfully found the half-submerged cave.
Traveling down the cave was difficult, as the water made keeping a torch lit nearly impossible. We fell into a hole in the ground and had a devil of a time getting out. Worse, it put out our torch.
Eventually, we made our way to the chamber that housed the nest. We made it not a moment too soon, as we could see the luroki larvae beginning to hatch. We quickly spread the sap over the nest and lit a fire. We each got stung a dozen times for our trouble, but we succeeded, and the jungle was saved from the terrible plague of the luroki! A feast was given in our honor at Big Chief Bagoomba’s tribe that night.

Dark Shadow Over Kuamu
The Year of Awakening #4

From the Memories of Yamboya Mosswalker
The Year of Awakening
“Deceit is the weapon of greed.”
I had been invited to the village of Kuamu to help with the yearly Spirit Hunt. It was only after I arrived that I learned that my old friends Black Chaos and Mowgli had likewise been invited. After a great feast the three of us were asked to guard the tent of Chief Adili for the night while her son Shujaa, the village Champion, was on a hunt. At dawn however, we saw a horrifying sight as Shujaa exited his mothers hut holding a bloodied dagger. He escaped into the jungle before we could stop him, but the we were able to raise the alarm.
Thankfully Adili was not dead, though Mtukutu the village healer said the blade had been poisoned and he was not sure he could save her. Mtukutu’s older brother Tilifu the village seer stated that by village law he should now be in charge, though he said until he was able to discover how this happened he would not take the position. Mtukutu took us back to his hut where he told us that he might be able to save Adili’s life if he could make a poultice that could cure the poison, though he needed our help to gather four ingredients which were each located nearly a day away in four different directions. He also told us that he didn’t trust his older brother, and that we should be wary in our travels.
We set out at once, first to the east to find a blue fruit that only came from a specific tree that only grew in the shadow of White Crest Mountain. After many hours of travel, we made it there and met an adolescent saru named Kima. She had dropped a spell fetish down a hole and needed our help to get it out. After many attempts, I hit on the idea of using a stick with tree sap to get the fetish. She was very thankful. Black Chaos gave her a few of his spare spell fetishes as well.
Soon, we found the fruit tree at the base of the mountain. Before we could grab the single fruit we saw growing there, a large hawk came and scooped it up and flew to its nest on the mountain cliff-face. Black Chaos was able to climb the mountain wall and retrieve the fruit while the hawk was away from the nest. It didn’t take kindly to that though, and chased after him. Meanwhile I discovered a broken egg which was the same color as the fruit on the ground under the nest. I did my best to make a mimicry of the egg, which I think allowed Black Chaos to escape the hawk’s wrath.
We began to head back to the village, but before we arrived we discovered the dead body of a nubari swinging from a tree. It was Shujaa, the village champion. It looked as if he had committed suicide, and the dagger he had used to wound his mother was right next to him. It was pretty damning evidence, but we still wondered if Shujaa had been compelled, or replaced with a shape-shifter or something.
We made it back to the village and Mtukutu again urged us to hurry. Next we headed to the shores of the Sleepy Lake, where we needed to retrieve an egg of a duckbilled garuda. It took some distracting, but Mowgli was able to sneak in and grab one and escape before the garuda could react.
We opted to split up. Black Chaos took the egg back to the village, while Mowgli and I headed to collect the third item. Unfortunately, along the way we were attacked by some horrible little doll constructs. We were nearly killed, and only survived because I sent Garuda Bait, my monkey friend, to retrieve Black Chaos who arrived just in time to save us.
Our next item to collect was a screaming mushroom that was located in a cave to the west. We found the cave and began to explore it. We came to an area which had what was likely a door, but we couldn’t find any way to open it. When we tried pushing on a nearby boulder, we were surprised when it started to move. A face in it appeared and said it would let us pass if we spoke the password. We asked what password, and it told us that it was the answer to a riddle. Thankfully, the stone creature was able to tell us the riddle: “You should behold what lies beyond the still water’s surface, call the mother of the lamb, or hear the beginning of the eulogy, and you will realize the solution is where the puzzle began.” It took us a few repetitions but we eventually realized that the answer was the verbal word “you”. So spoken, the rock-creature said we could pass and wandered through the nearest wall like it wasn’t there.
Inside the room we encountered a mushroom that actually screamed when we entered. This caused some horrible skeletons to animate and approach us. It was quite freighting. Black Chaos was able to cut the mushroom and we retreated, leaving the skeletons without significantly engaging them in combat.
We returned to where Black Chaos had stashed the garuda egg before rescuing us from the kani dolls, and found that it was missing. We headed back to the village to drop off the mushroom. Luck was with us, and we found one of the villagers had retrieved the garuda egg, and was trying to claim that he had fought a garuda for it. Black Chaos intimidated him into returning it.
Next we set off to the north to find a tribe of korobokuru that were supposed to have a special honey ginger root. After several hours of travel, we encountered a lone korkbukuru, being attacked by a group of bullywugs. We saved him by killing the bullywogs and learned his name was Kithtack. Kithtack was kind enough to take us to his village. Once there the chief, Tolokyu the Bold, threw a feast in our honor. We had rescued one of his tribe, and were thus welcome. When we asked about the root, he told us that we could only be given it if one of us could win a contest of skill, which was an archery competion. The tribal shaman named Sanju gave us a hint in the form of a cryptic message in order to help us. Mowgli correctly interpreted the hint and Black Chaos eat the magic carrot which was at the feast, giving him superior accuracy for the contest.
After winning, we were given the root and we headed back to Kuamu. Along the way we heard the sound of a distressed monkey. We followed it and discovered that it was a critically wounded chimp who led us to his dying master before passing himself. The master’s name was Eertu, and he was a druid of some renown, his pet chimp was called Mikita. He told a story of how he had been killed. Apparently, Tilifu the Seer had killed him. Eertu had made something for Tilifu which had allowed him to mind control someone. Tilifu was also being helped by someone else, though Eertu didn’t know who. Eertu died soon after, and we took both the bodies back to Kuamu to be burned as was custom.
When we arrived, we gave the final ingredient to Mtukutu, and told him what we had learned. We were surprised to learn that Mtukutu had been the other person Eertu had thought was conspiring with Tilifu. Apparently, the brothers had planned simply to discredit Shujaa, in order to advance in the tribes ascension order. Tilifu had betrayed Mtukutu and had Shujaa attack Adili instead. He was now genuinely trying to save her, rather than let his wicked brother take control of the tribe.
We went to confront Tilifu, and discovered that he had no intention of going quietly. Combat within his hut began, and soon it had spilled out into the village. Tilifu had his surviving kani dolls help him, and was a capable spell caster. We were tired, and nearly without spells. It was not an even battle.
We held out as long as we could, but only survived because Adili was able to recover enough to join us, where she publicly cast him from the tribe. He was enraged, but fled the village with only the clothes on his back. As an exile, we doubted that we would see him again.
It was a time of mixed feelings within the tribe. Adili had survived, and the tribe would endure, but Shujaa was dead, their friendly neighboring druid Eertu was dead, and Tilifu was banished leaving the tribe without a seer. Much healing would need to be done, but for the time being we knew we had done good.

Along the River of Laughing Idols
The Year of Awakening #2

From the Memories of Black Chaos
Big Chief Bagoomba
The Year of Awakening
“Courage makes heroes, but trust builds friendship.”
I had been chosen by Big Chief Bagoomb to act as one of the guards for the Council of the Tribes. I was speaking with other guardsYamboya Mosswlaker and Mowgli of the Simbuki, when someone approached us. It took me a minute to recognize him as the Witch Doctor of the Koshiva tribe, called Taronee. He told us that he needed to speak with us immediately.
We followed him to his tent where he revealed that both Yamboya and I were somehow stricken with a bad disease which could become life-threatening. He said that his own chieftain, Radumti of the Koshiva also has the disease and he was not doing as well as the pair of us. He wanted us to head down the River of Laughing Idols and find one particular idol. This idol was supposed to have great healing powers, and if we discovered it we could use it to save both ourselves and Radumti,
I asked how we had contracted the disease and he admitted to not knowing. I then asked why Mowgli had been invited to join us, and he said it was because he believed a shu would be useful on our trip. Yamboya asked about some boring stuff about how to find the idol, what it looked like and so on, I was more interested in how we would get down the river and back. Taronee told us that his apprentice Samsong would take us to a canoes he had procured for us. Taronee also told us that tales of the idol say that when the leaves were blue, the idol laughs, though he did not know if this would be helpful to us. He also warned us against ‘hidden eyes’, as he believed the wicked Rakid, Radmundi’s nephew, hoped for Radmundi’s death so that he could become chief.
Samsong appeared when called, and led us to the river bank. Sadly, Mowgli wasn’t much help with the boat, as it had been built for nubari, so he had to sit in the middle. The three of us set out down the river in silence. The first few days of the journey was uneventful, by the fourth day we had entered Black Leopard Katanga country…the area between the land claimed by Koshiva and Katamaya or Rudra. It was unsurprising when we were attacked by a hunting party of Black Leopard Katnaga when we rested that night.
We killed most of them, and managed to take one prisoner. He told us a wild tale about us working with Taronee in a plot against all Black Leopard Katanga, which he had been told of by Rakid. We let him go in order to prove our good intentions. He promised not to try to eat us that day. It seemed obvious that Rakid had to be wicked due to his association with the Black Leopard Katangas, but that might not be convincing to the people of the Koshiva should Radmunti die and Ratik remain as sole heir.
The next day, we came upon some rapids, and had to decide if we wanted to go overland or continue on the river. We opted for the more fun if dangerous method, and it was lucky we did. As we traveled we saw a young child stranded on some rocks near the center. It looked like her boat had capsized and she was now incapable of getting back to shore. We immediately decided to rescue her, and Yamboya steered us that direction. I was able to scoop her up before we passed and we made for shore.
The girl introduced herself as Kat’i, and we discovered that she was a korobokuru. Before we could question her, we discovered that we were surrounded by other Korobokuru, members of the Katimaya tribe. Kat’i vouched for us, so there wasn’t any worry and we discovered that she was the daughter of the chief Yrbom. We were taken to their village as heroes.
Chief Yrbom gave a feast in our honor, though the shaman, Kural tried to say that we should be killed as spies. Afterward, we participated in the tribe’s boasting contest, and did rather well.
Apart from the obvious bias against saru, who they felt were gchild-killing monstersh, the other boasts were rather varied. One, however, was of particular interest. A Katimayan hunter named Itzapam boasted of finding an Idol like those upon the river, but far inland. It was wreathed in a blue plant he called Idolflower, and he had taken one which had become a good luck charm for him. We questioned him more about his story afterward and we learned more about the location, which was after a region of the river that was almost stagnant and was infested with crocodiles.
We were allowed to stay the night, and set off again in the morning. After another few days travel, the river became almost lonely. When we camped for a night near the area where it was getting stagnant, we began to hear something in the jungle brush. We assumed it must be a garuda, but when we investigated we discovered a very odd sight, some sort of hut that was perched high upon giant dancing mini-garuda legs. As we watched it vanished from our sight. We slept lightly that night.
The next day we set out overland toward where the idol was supposed to be. It was slow going, as the swampy land was very hard to navigate and dangerous. When we encountered a knot of giant toads. They nearly killed us, but thankfully, I was able to diffuse the situation by giving them some food, which allowed us to flee.
Early the next day, we saw the idol we were looking for. It was covered in a blue flower that didn’t appear anywhere else within the jungle. As we stared at it in terror and wonder, we heard a gnasher garuda make noise from nearby. Suddenly, it was obvious that it had our scent. Mowgli ran for the trees, while Yamboya and I made for the idol. There we found a hole in it that allowed us to hide, and called for Mowgli to join us. He only barely made it inside before the gnasher was able to eat him.
Within we found an old mask and a medallion of an ivory sphere containing other smaller spheres. Yamboya realized that the flowers that grew under the idol must have some sort of healing ability, though he was unable to properly mix them to help with his own illness. We decided to take some of them back with us.
We escaped the garuda, and set out back to our canoe. We were able to make good time, and had no real problems all the way. We began to head up-river, which was easy at first, but slow going and we had to take several breaks to portage when we came to waterfalls or rapids.
When we made it to the Koshiva lands several days later, we headed right to the village. When we arrived we were greeted by Rakid and four tribal warriors. He demanded the flowers form us. Thankfully, Taronee and his apprentice Bortima arrived to try to defuse the situation. It didn’t quite go like that, as Bortima sided with Rakid at first until he saw that the man was dangerously unstable. In the combat that ensued, Rakid’s allies deserting him was a common theme. When things got too dangerous for a warrior, they would suddenly decide they had something better to do and leave. Rakid was defeated, though not killed. Taronee exiled him from the civilized tribes and the wicked man left the village.
Taronee was able to brew a poultice from the flower that was able to heal Jambaya and I as well as Chief Radumti. We were all greeted as heroes of the village.

First post.

Most Framework done. Characters’ details coming. I make no copyright claim on anything here except the writing of the adventure logs. Many NPC’s were originally created for the old campaign and likely only share vague resemblance to the actual creation of the player. The pictures are mostly found through google image searches. Please note, adventure logs will be in chronological order of the timeline, not order in which adventures were played. If you have any, please contact me! (Apotheot on will work) I have made some attempts to keep adventures played chronological, however due to the difficulty in finding some adventures this is not always possible. Hence this whole campaign is an ongoing work in progress. Please note, the wiki, and the Journals WILL spoil adventures for those who have not played/read the Living Jungle before. For information on things that I have had to make up to fit the adventures together or give the setting a cohesive feel see Notes.


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