The Yogi and The Bear - Chapter 6

The Mahasarpa Campaign, a land of jungle ruins, an yuan-ti oppressors. Where swami, muni, and devapalas fight to hold back the curse laid on this once great civilzation long ago.

Centuries ago Saurama the Destroyer was locked away, defeated by the Deva of Mahasarpa. A prophecy was spun on the great loom that foretold that one day she would be reborn to take her vengence on the world. This is the tale of the Harbingers of that doom.(A vWorld Expansion)

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The Yogi and The Bear - Chapter 6

Post by Vardaen » Wed Apr 12, 2006 11:26 pm

Here begins Chapter Six of the Mahasarpa Campaign. Chapter Five was rife with battle, blood and death. After learning that there were forces of Saurama working within the city to bring about the Prophecy of Saurama the group met with the city leaders, the High Brahmin Suryakant, Swami Durjaya and Lord Prasad. Learning that the Twin Soul was thought to be the twin children of the dead Brahmin Kalyani Ravi the group set out to make a preemptive strike against their foes. The group was faced with two options to try and explore, either the Mad Brahmin Bali who already attacked and killed Kalyani in a ambush, or to seek out Anoop Daruka, Toranoshi's brother. Unable to locate Anoop, who had gone deep underground after battling his brother only days before, the group turned to Bali. Seeking out the mad Brahmin through contacts among the Chandala, they learned that one of his associates, Daksha the Bleached frequented the sealed Necropolis. The group eventually assaulted the Necropolis moving through the ancient tombs of long dead Raja into long lost tunnels beneath the burial mound.

Doing battle with undead skeletons, The Unclean, Daksha herself and a Blasphemous undead beast they learned Bali was in fact deeper in the underground tunnels, but also that he was quite mad due to his constant contact with the dead Spirits that roamed the world unseen by normal folks. Heading down into the bowls of the Necropolis the group came on Bali in an ancient chamber dedicated to the Deva and to housing the dead, a chamber centuries old. Bali was seated inside a ring of ethereal fire, while bhuts, shades and ghosts of the dead, floated about the room. A battle erupted as wights climbed up from the underground river that split the room. The group survived, barely, Ghanji nearly succumbing to an enchanting tune played by one of the crypt dwelling shadows. Others suffered similar dangers, being drained of life and strength, but in the end the group survived. Nakan, dueling Bali was holding his own against the Brahmin, but he was slowly loosing ground when a sudden eruption of water appeared. Among the water spout was the ghostly form of Kalyani!

The dead Brahmin arrived to warn the party that her children, Chandra and Bhaskar, were being attacked as the battled with Bali. The spirit form of Kalyani cleansed the chamber of the remaining Bhuts, and spurred the group to return to House Ravi where the children were being housed under the watchful eye of Durjaya, Narmada, Suajata as well as House Ravi itself. Unwilling to let Bali escape again, Shamad knocked the Brahmin out, and sent the others ahead, while he and Nakan, exhausted, took Bali to the Great Ziggurat of Mahabhalla.

Tired and bloody the group, minus Shamad and Nakan, eventually arrived in House Ravi. Shamad and Nakan did battle again with some of the Unclean but escaped the Necropolis and reached the Temple. Arriving in House Ravi the group was faced with a terrible scene. The Ravi Kshatriya were found dead, bleeding in large pools of their own blood, their throats slit. Some of the guards were found poisoned, with rare and exotic toxins. Among the carnage of the house was found the Swami Durjaya. The old Baboon Hengeyoki was barely alive, and held on long enough to whisper to Rhokti and bestow his staff on the young Monkey Hengeyoki. Another friendly face, Suajta Prasad and close friend of Shamad was found on the brink of death, but she still lived barely. However in the main chamber of the house the brutal murder and ritual disembowelment of Kalyani's twins was the real shocker. The young children, only around six years old, lay dead in pools of blood, their intestines pulled from their stomachs, and other terrible atrocities committed against him. In the chamber, reaching out to the children also lay Narmada, the old healer woman from Pequot, dead as well.

Azora moved to the dais where the children were, distraught beyond words, as Rhokti heard the Swami's words before he died of the Agjar Lotus poison, 'œ'¦it was Narmada.' Just then Narmada flipped to her feet, her bluff successful, and she slit Azora throat, sending the Baladhara to the ground, nearly dead, paralyzed and bleeding out quickly. Toranoshi countered, along with the others, but Narmad flipped a Bich'wa into Ghaji's chest, covered with Agjar Lotus Poison, and the Shikari dropped nearly dead as well. In the end, Toranoshi used the same trick against the old woman, sending a shuriken coated in poison, into the woman's leg, and sending her to her mistress '€" Saurama.

Shamad and Nakan arrived too late to do anything but help get the wounded back to the Brahmin's Plaza. Another wounded was found, Yamanora Ravi, the only daughter of Lady and Lord Ravi, and along with the rest she was raced back to the Healing House where the High Brahmin himself came to aid the group. This was six days'¦

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Re: The Yogi and The Bear - Chapter 6

Post by Vardaen » Thu Apr 13, 2006 11:36 pm

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For the last six days those known as the Harbingers have had a moment of relative peace. Their constant duty of battling the enemies of Bhalluka has come to a pause, a rest, and everyone is thankful for it. However the gruesome tasks of cleaning up the mess left behind by the fighting remained. Funeral after funeral was held in Bhalluka for those who had departed. Some of you attended each and everyone one, bound by duty, others less of them. Rest and relaxation of the body had come with a painful time for the soul and spirit as the events of the last five weeks play back in your brains. So many have died, and your foes have remained one step ahead of you each leg of the way.

Those wounded badly of body are rested and healed, the attention of the High Brahmin and the other Brahmin has seen to that. Even Ghanji has recovered from the Lotus Poison, the power of Mahabhalla cleaning his and Yanamora Ravi's system of the toxin. Restorative prayers were given to all of those that suffered under the draining touch of the wights and wraiths. House Prasad has once again continued to house those not of its line, their hospitality toward you all very generous. During the week you have had a chance to reflect on your experiences, to try out new techniques and to learn from those in the city with more experience than yourselves. Some spend time in the wilds outside the city, others spend time in quiet introspection in the Temple, others spend time training with the Singh within the city, but find some form of rest and distraction.

Bali was interrogated by the best Sarpa-Vyadhaka the city had to offer, along with the Brahmin, and the report eventually reached you through House Prasad. Bali has a special bond to spirits, one that is stronger than even normal Brahmin. Through this bond he began to see visions of the Prophecy, and took it on himself to try and stop it. It seemed that years ago Bali had attempted to kidnap Kalyani and her children, but he had done so in his mad attempt to keep them safe from the agents of the Destroyer. He had failed, and gone underground, literally. He founded The Unclean, a group of Chandala that worked to battle the unknown threat of the rising dead that had slowly begun to awaken under the Necropolis as Saurama's Prohpecy began. The Unclean were caging and trapping various undead in hopes to learn how to better fight them, which is why the skeleton's were chained, and the Blaspheme caged. However Bali's spirit vision grew more and more intense, and the spirits of the dead petitioned him for more and more, and it broke his already fragile mind. When he ambushed you on the way to Sharma's funeral, it wasn't to kill Kalyani (who he loved), but Narmada. He failed terribly, and things spiraled out of control after that. Bali's madness has been brought under some control, and the man's insane babbling has quieted slightly, but he will never be normal, nor will he ever again be free. He has been locked up under the care of the Brahmins where he will spend the rest of his life under their watchful eyes.

Toranoshi spent some of his time using his contacts in the city to attempt to understand more about the woman you knew as Narmada. Vasavi and the House of the Red Lotus has been unable to shed too much light on the subject, and only that yes her training and tools do seem to be trademarks of the Silent Storm, an assassin's guild out of the City State of Vriscika to the south. How the Silent Storm are tied to The Destroyer Cults, or to Bhalluka is information more difficult to acquire. The funeral for Narmada was two days ago. She was burned on a pauper's fire, and her soul condemned to reincarnate as a lesser being in the next life.

Yesterday you attended the funeral of the Swami Durjaya. Rhokti prepared the body of the old baboon-man, and a long procession of mourners left the city and walked out into the jungle of the Mahavana. For nearly an hour the Mantrika lead the group through thick undergrowth, off the beaten path and into a seemingly wild patch of jungle. Along the way you were certain you were being stalked by a leopard on one side of the group, and a bear on the other. Upon reaching the spot, no different than any other patch of forest, Rhokti called up into the trees and from out of them descended a dozen simians; monkeys, apes, baboons, chimps and orangutans made up the collection. Rhokti shifted forms to his animal counterpart, and along with Pazi joined the other primates. In the strangest display of funeral rites you have ever seen, you witnessed as the primates danced around the corpse of Durjaya, who was painted with bright colors, and adorned with various totems and trinkets. The dancing primates began to change shape, each one shifting into a hybrid form of man and monkey of all different shapes and sizes, but each bearing a painted staff similar to Rhokti and Durjaya's. The Hengeyoki Enclave collected up Durjaya's body, bearing him on their shoulders with a series of Ooots and Eeek, of chest pounding, and chitters and bore him off into the jungle. A single female Chimp-Woman stop and blocked Rhokti from following the others of his kind. She spoke to Rhokti in hushed tones, and monkey speak. She placed her hand on your friends shoulder, whispered to him, and Rhokti turned away from the Enclave and escorted you all back silently through the forest to the city once more.

Today is Bhadrapada the 22nd, and the weather is sweltering hot as the mid summer month (June) is moving toward its final week. Today however is the hardest of the funerals that you have to attend, for today the funeral for Kalyani, Chandra, and Bhaskar is to take place at the noon day hour atop the Great Ziggurat. The clouds have left the sky, and the Sun shines down bright and hot, hotter than you can remember it so far this summer. A hundred Brahmin are gathered at the Temple, lining the stairs that lead up to the plateau atop the Ziggurat. Kshaitrya of House Ravi and Prasad are present as well as a contingent of Raja's Men. Atop the ziggurat many VIPs have already gathered, High Brahmin Suryakant who will be performing the funeral personally, Lord and Lady Prasad, with the Devapala Sujata Prasad, Lady Ravi and her daughter Yanamora and Yudhisthir Ravi the man that will someday lead House Ravi. Even in attendance is the Raja herself Rani Ushas Dathik in all her somber splendor with her personal guard. However even more surprising is the presence of Bali among the Brahmins at the top of the Ziggurat.

You, as a group, have been given the honor of baring the litter that carries the three bodies of Kalyani and her children up from the plaza below to the top of the Ziggurat. This is where we find you now, at the base of the steps that lead up to the waiting funeral four hundred feet above. You hold the litter that bares the trio of dead bodies, awaiting the striking of the gong to signal the time to begin the march up the stairs.
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Re: The Yogi and The Bear - Chapter 6

Post by TetNak » Thu Apr 13, 2006 11:56 pm

Shamad has spoken to only three people over the last few days; Lord Prasad, Sujata Prasad, and Ghanji Prasad. He has kept to himself, even to Sujata and Ghanji, but has obviously responded to anything Lord Prasad has wished. Shamad has hardly been seen, in fact, although certainly he has kept himself training for whatever horrors await him.

The young man has matured quickly through the brunt of responsibility forced upon him and the loss of his family, friends, and charges. Shamad peers up the Ziggurat, his mind pulling himself back to his continued failure. He was so close to understanding Bali was not the enemy, he actually believed it, but why did he not change his choice of action. Who is he to challenge the decision of the High Brahmin and Lord Prasad? He does not believe himself worthy of transporting Kalyani and her children's bodies, but he shall do so, for the sole reason to see the dead their final hour and do them a service he could not provide in life.

He prepares to transport the litter up the Ziggurat whenever the proceedings begin.
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Re: The Yogi and The Bear - Chapter 6

Post by Bitom » Fri Apr 14, 2006 1:16 am

Rhokti has been completely missing since the funeral of his mentor. Although he did not go off with his people bearing the swami's body, he also did not return with his friends to the city. Although he was present at the planning of todays funeral and knows that he is supposed to help bear the litter, there is some doubt as to wheter he will remember until just now, when he reappears in the city. He apparently has no difficulty passing the city walls in spite of the guards there to prevent such things.

Just in time, but not quite late, Rhokti walks around the corner dressed in his usual travel clothes and bearing the Swami's staff. He is covered in the paint that his kind seem to use as ornamentation for ceremonial occasions just as people dress in differant clothing. The paint is even more ornate than that he wore yesterday for his mentors funeral and resembles that which he painted on the old Babboon himself. He may be shaped like a human, but he is making no attempt to fit in as one of them. Those uneducated in the ways of the world may believe him from another city, or further off, but he's certainly not from here.

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Re: The Yogi and The Bear - Chapter 6

Post by Brennor » Mon Apr 17, 2006 6:35 pm

Azora has spent much of the past week by himself, alone with his blade.

Four of those days he never even left the peaceful quiet of the room granted to him by the House Prasad, having had food delivered and eventually leaving dirty dishes to be collected.

Finally emerging from his room, the Obisidan Blade at his hip, he has seen about getting his armor repaired and polished. It takes longer than normal, since his is the only armor of its kind in this place.

Finally, Azora is gathered with the rest of the group, at the bottom of the Ziggurat of Bhalluka. The man is now resplendant in his newly shining armor, with the now everpresent Obsidian Blade at his hip.

He takes his place near the litter, where he was told to stand as the preparations for the procession continue. He looks at the contents of the litter as little as he is able to.

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Re: The Yogi and The Bear - Chapter 6

Post by Vardaen » Mon Apr 17, 2006 8:13 pm

Ghanji stands opposite Shamad now. The Shikari too has been hardly seen, as the first three days be spent in the Healer's House under the care of the High Brahmin. The Ajgar Lotus Poison and the events in the Necropolis having taken they toll on him. He recovered, eventually, and remained confined for three days, too weak to do much more than complain. Once better he escaped the city and ventured into the Jungle around Bhalluka for two more days. Reports say he went to Pequot to inform the Headman Asuman of Narmada's deeds, and to 'streach his legs'. He returned for Durjaya's funeral, and now is here. He is dressed in the finest clothing that House Prasad has to offer, his Tulwar and Kriss set honorably in his belt, he holds the litter silently, awaiting the gong to ring, and things to start.

Hamin, the Singh Brahmin has also been given the respect and duty of joining the funeral liter. However he does not hold on to it, as the six others each hold a corner or side. He instead stands behind the litter, a heavy censer hanging from a chain he holds. The insence burner is a cylinder like object that appears like two snarling lion heads back to back. Out of the eyes and nose wafts a strong pungent smoke that smells of cloves and frankencense. The strong smoke masks the odor of the dead. Hamin wears his jama, the priestly robes are in pristine condition, a gift to him from the Temple here in Bhalluka. He gently shakes the censer and out spills more smoke.
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Re: The Yogi and The Bear - Chapter 6

Post by TetNak » Tue Apr 18, 2006 12:03 am

Shamad is dressed like Ghanji, wearing the finest clothing that House Prasad has to offer. He is devoid of his strange bone armor that is not exactly prevalent in Bhalluka. He is completely unarmored, in fact, only having his tulwar and kriss at his side. The only annomoly of Shamad's attire is the black glove he wears upon his right hand. Shamad's hair is still short, and not quite long enough to pull back upon his head, which is his normal style. He stands straight, waiting for the chance to carry the litter, but he takes not pleasure or honor from it, instead seeing it as a duty he must fulfill for the failed Brahmin and her children.
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Post by Wayloss » Tue Apr 18, 2006 12:14 am

Nakan Vassal Prasad stands at his appointed spot, to often have the funerals come for his tastes. One friend after another has been sent into the afterlife and a bitter taste at the death around them forms in his mouth. Most recently the lost of one of their spiritual guides, the swami hangs nearly as heavy as the death of the children they were sworn to protect.

Nakan understands there was no way anyone could have protected the children. They had all been fooled, the madwoman had been in the presence of the High Brahmin who had not felt her evil. Still thoughts of the murder and means of the murder of the children chill him, his failed duty an ache.

He stands at his appointed spot, wearing his best muni robes, trimmed with house Prasad colors, the only weapon he carries this day is the Kriss imparted to him with his new station. it is tied into his belt. Nakan spent the days mostly in deep meditation, though some time was spent entering the latest tragedy into his growing volume on the Harbingers. Every day at sunrise he was to be found in the courtyard at the Prasad estate, training himself and those shikari and others who wish to learn the unarmed way of the muni. perhaps to give themselves a chance if caught unarmed by an assassin.

Nakan waits for the procession to begin.

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The Funeral

Post by Vardaen » Tue Apr 18, 2006 12:59 am

The fifth pallbearer of this ground is Toranoshi. The dhuka has been given a great honor to be allowed to carry a Brahmin during a funeral. Normally the caste of one so low would never be allowed such a high place in a funeral one such as Kalyani, however these are different times. Toranoshi has been scarce as well, dealing with his own family issues, and hoping to find out more information about Narmada, Anoop and the situations that have haunted the group todate. He has once arrived early in the morning at the Prasad Estate and joined with Nakan in some open handed sparing, the dhuka took to the tactics quickly and has applied his own style to it. He was also at Durjaya's ritual, having refused to let anything keep him from it.

Now he is dressed in finery to match that of the House Prasad Kshatriya, his own wealth great enough to do so, but all black are his colors, somber and subdued.

*Gong*

*Gong*

*Gong*


The three bells ring for the three dead that you all carry and up the stairs you begin: Shamad & Ghanji, Azora & Toranoshi, Nakan & Rhokti, and Hamin. With heavy steps you begin the long fourhundred foot climb up the massive stone ziggurat. At first the bodies of Kalyani and her twin children are light, but with each step the weight of their deaths grows heavier and heavier. Along the way you pass Brahmin flanking the stairs, each pair of Brahmin douses the group with some holy substance: holy waters from the Bahanis River, ashes from bruned ritual plants, flower petals, scented oils, etc..

You slowly reach the top of the ziggurat as the sun nears its noonday zenith. The sun is hot, beating down on the funeral gathered here. The funeral begins, the rites and rituals of the Brahmin of Bhalluka are all too well known to you now. You began with such events nearly ten days ago with Sharma Variya, and have since seen more of these since then than you have your whole lives....
Before the Ritual
The pallbearers chant a mantra softly in the right ear, lead by Hamin. "Aum Namo Narayana. Aum Nama Sivaya" is intoned. Holy ash and sandal paste has been applied to the forehead, Vedic verses are chanted, and a few drops of milk, Ganga or other holy water have been trickled into the mouth. A cloth is tied under the chin and over the top of the head. The thumbs are tied together, as are the big toes.

The Homa Fire Ritual
Atop the Ziggurat, a fire ritual (homa) is performed to bless nine brass kumbhas (water pots) and one clay pot. The Hihg Brahmin leads the rites.

Preparing the Body
The High Brahmin now performs arati, passing an oil lamp over the remains, then offering flowers. The females of House Ravi remove the clothes of the bodies and drape them with a white cloth. While all men look away. Each applies sesame oil to the head, and the body is bathed with water from the nine kumbhas, dressed. The young Brahmin, holding small lighted sticks, encircle the body, singing hymns. The women then walk around the body and offer puffed rice into the mouth to nourish the deceased for the journey ahead. Lady Ravi in this case, will place the tali of her son & Kalyani (wedding pendant) around her neck, signifying her enduring tie to him. The ritual homa fire is readied down at the funeral pyre where Sharma was taken...
The funeral rite are preformed for each of the bodies, each of you in turn doing your part to ready Kalyani and her children to send their souls on their way into the Karmic Wheel and Nirvana if they are found worthy. After two hours of rites and rituals, it is nearing the time when you will bare them once more, and take them to the funeral pyre ciricle when the heat of the sun begins to grow unbareable and several of the younger Brahmin, and older family members begin to faint in the heat falling to the stone floor atop the Ziggurat. A heat shimmer begins to form in the center of the Ziggurat, centered around the bodies of the three. The waves of heat rise up, distorting your view of Kalyani within the center of it.

Bali, who has remained silent, restrained, and very respectful during the entire process lets out a wail, "Mahabhalla!"
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Post by Bitom » Tue Apr 18, 2006 1:14 am

Rhokti, less resistant to the elements and in heavier clothing than most of the party for a change, has had his head down fighting the suns heat for much of the ceremony. This is, in fact, his first human funeral, but he has been repeatedly briefed on how to behave by several Brahmins, and although the ceremony is pointlessly long and without music or dancing, he's been behaving himself.

Now he lifts his head and looks at what appears to be a pyre without flames. This, he knows, is not normal and is not expected. His hand tightens on his staff but continues to behave, watching the Brahmins for a cue of how to act now.

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