Session One; Welcome to Jak,alla Apr 22, 2023 20:15:09 GMT -6 scottenkainen, flightcommander, and 1 more like this
Post by xerxez on Apr 22, 2023 20:15:09 GMT -6
The only home you have really known was exchanged for the reeking belly of a ship's hold and the open sea, but what choice did you have?
The land you grew up in was Nu'roab-- hot, fetid, jungle-choked but hospitable enough...until the sea raiders came.
Their incursions began five years ago, peaceful enough at first. They made trade, then a small colony, and ingratiated themselves to the tribes of Nu'roab and even with the Liv'yani lords who maintained a colony and a Temple to the Shadow Gods on the Southern Continent.
They were careful not to upset the Shen with whom your tribe had but casual dealings.
That all changed when their numbers had grown and their ships became a common sight.
Soon there were invasions, harrying, and massacres in the most remote villages-- with slaves taken, as told by many survivors.
The Liv'yani lords mustered troops to secure the Shadow God Temple precincts and the colony of the tattooed, sorcerous people of that strange land...but while they protected the closest Nu'roabite settlements, the far flung jungle enclaves...such as you grew up in...were not as ably protected.
Be'van, your village shaman and also leader in all but name, after counsel with your chieftains, gathered what treasure and belongings time permitted, and organizing a group of about 70 of you and your closest kin and tribal members, fled the approaching doom and booked passage upon a ship, one Tsol'yani vessel named the Joy of S'samris, captained by a proud sea rover of low clan but impeccable skills, Captain T'lano.
The plan was simple: leave Nu'roab forever and seek a new life in the far flung land of Tsol'yanu, the fabled Empire of the Petal Throne, the glorious seat of the God-Emperor, the Kolumel, may his name be praised forever.
Soon you had set sail from Nu'roab and into the Deeps of Teri'yal, passing into the boiling straits of Shen'gelu which lie off the coast of the volcanic homeland of the Shen, mighty Shen'yu.
After days and days of sailing, with a fortunate wind at your sails, you passed the Islands of Lelek Taru and Kusi'ill, past dreaded Hlyssu'yal, and skirting the Isle of V'ra in the Deeps of Chana'yaga.
Once, a great insect shaped ship of obsidian black and flying black sails gave chase to your vessel, just off Hlyssu'yual.
This was tense, as Captain T'lano informed you that the creatures aboard the black vesel were dreaded Old Ones, deposed rulers of Tekumel who would have turned all of you into living hosts for their incubating larvae.
It should be noted that many among your refugee band openly doubted that such a thing could be true and that such hideous beings could exists...after all, none of you had heard of or even imagined such creatures back in Nu'roab!
Soon though, you eluded the black ship and were passing V'ra.
Your group is tired but excited as the light of dawn shows the coasts of the mighty nation of Tsol'yanu!
During your voyage, there was time enough to chat with T'lano and his crew, as well as with an old scholar named M'rikis who, you soon learned, was once an important bureaucrat in Jak'alla and a scion of a Middle status Clan but who, for some transgression he chose not to disclose, was cast out and made what he called "Nakome'"-- clanless, less than an infidel or barbarian to his own people.
M'rikis and T'lano, as well as the mates, were more than happy to answer any of your questions about the Empire, the other nations, Jak'alla, or any subject you most wished to know about.
Do you recall what you asked of them?
Note to players: Here you may ask 1-3 questions about almost anything you might want to know about the Imperium, history, custom and culture, you name it. Ask either T'lano, a crew member, or M'rikis and you will receive answer.