A Dragon-King of Katalál

(This is a summary of the Béthorm adventure I ran on July 24, 2014.  It’s not my usual sort of adventure.  This one was more something quick, to fill in a gap between two story arcs.)

Sútna hi Jamánu, a nobleman of the prestigious Rising Sun Disk Clan, requested the aid of a member of the Omnipotent Azure Legion (a contact).  As he could not see how the matter related to ‘the Empire’, the officer refused, but he put Sútna  in contact with the heroes.

The meeting was in a room rented from a low clan.  Sútna,  very heavily bandaged, with his arm in a sling and a splinted leg, explained that he and his companions (also of that Clan) had been exploring an underworld.  There, they encountered a Sró-dragon.  Only Sútna had lived to tell the tale but upon his return, his clan turned on him, blaming him for the deaths of his cousins.

Worst of all, the nobleman had left behind a steel sword, one enchanted to indicate the true heir of his lineage.  He described it to the heroes, and told them that they could reach their destination by following small flags placed in the ground, each marked with a dot indicating the direction where the next might be found.  He claimed the sword was on “the fourth level down”.

Sútna asked the heroes to recover this sword, then bear witness that there had indeed been a terrible Sró.  Finally, he warned them that his rival,  Rekávi, was also seeking that artifact.  The heroes agreed to help.

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While preparing for subterranean exploration, the heroes noted a second group doing the same.  They wore livery identifying them as members or hirelings of the Rising Sun Disk Clan.

The heroes managed to leave town earlier.  They attempted to conceal their tracks, then turned the last marker in the wrong direction, removing all further flags as they found them.

The site turned out to be a coppice of nut trees on a small ridge between two farm fields.  Here was an open hole where three could walk abreast.  Newly crafted wooden stairs led down into darkness.  The heroes saw blood droplets on the stairs.  Arriving at the base of this, they were at the first floor down.

There were several rooms dug, and stocked with victuals in crates.  Further on, an inch of water lined a passage but wooden planks had been lain across it.  Sandal prints were visible, of about half a dozen entering.  Only a single set of prints, however, were seen to leave, and, along with it, more blood droplets.

One of the heroes found a curious artifact trodden into the mud here.  It was the scale of a creature, with one end of it pierced as if for use as an amulet.  On one side of it, a glyph had been carved.  Some sort of rustic talisman?

A second set of stairs led down further through dirt, to the second floor down.  It was clear that this ‘expedition’ had involved quite a few employees, making the way down as convenient as possible!  The consistent cross-section of the passage suggested something quite large had made a burrow.

The heroes found a third angled passage but here the stairs had been shattered, with claw marks here and there.  It looked as if a Sró had done this.

Arriving at the third floor down, one of the heroes, an adopted Livyáni boy, scouted ahead.  In a large chamber, he caught sight of the Sró, which was not hostile towards him.  A foul odor– of intense human manure and fermented urine– was coming from a door on one side of the room.

In the center of the room personal effects were strewn about.  The presence of sleeping mats, empty wine bottles, and a small fire indicated this had been a camping site.  Also, the trail of blood splots appeared to begin here.

The dragon moved on, leaving the heroes to investigate three human-size doors recently installed into the chamber.  Two rooms were filled with various choice supplies, but the middle door would not open.

Curious, the Sró peered in as the heroes were investigating.  The heroes attempted to speak with it; apparently, it only knew a handful of words in Tsolyáni.

One of the heroes began trying to use hand gestures to communicate.   The great Sró, middle-aged for its kind, was so amused that it rumbled, hawked up a basket-sized wad of phlegm onto the man, healing him of injury.  (The creature therefore had at least some small magical talent…!)

There was some banging and yelling from the middle door, the people within asking to be let out.  Puzzled, the heroes wondered why they had apparently barred themselves in to escape the dragon, yet could not unlatch the door to get back out.  Closer investigation revealed the room’s door had a place where a peg had been pulled out– trapping them within.

The heroes managed to convey to the Sró that they wished the monster to open the middle door.  It did so with several beak-strikes, incidentally letting out the odor of two weeks of excrement in a pile in one corner.  The Sró looked very disgusted.  The heroes set a slave of theirs to cleaning the room.

The men who came out turned out to be Rising Sun Clan Disk members– not armed warriors, but quill-pushing bureaucrats.  They were adherents of Sútna who believed he was coming back to help them.  One had noticed their leader cut himself as he fled, but had not given it further thought.

When the heroes told them Sútna had told them no such thing, it became apparent that the one who had led them there must have been Sútna’s brother Rekávi.

They regarded the peaceful Sró with fear.  When one of the heroes attempted to convince them of the creature’s benevolence, it suddenly snarled and took a defensive pose.

From the far side of the room, a new party had appeared, of ten warriors protecting an eleventh man who looked like Sútna.  Rekávi, obviously.  He carried a metal sword that fit the description of the missing one.

The six who had been trapped in the room turned on Rekávi angrily.  One cried, “We’ll kill you!”  An older one put his hand on the first’s shoulder and said darkly, “No.  We’ll see you in court.

Attempting to impress his rescued Clan-mates, Rekávi brandished his sword, showing off how its gem flashed as if there was a light in it, as it made a strange shrill noise.  “There’s no magic in that,” said the tattooed Livyáni boy (a young sorceror).   Hearing this, Rekávi’s companions moved away from him.

Still, the heroes tried to play along, as if they still thought it was Sútna.  When he ordered them to go into one of the pantry rooms, however, they balked.  Rekávi called out to the Sró, “-Slay them!” He put his hand to his breast.  His dragon-charm, however, was gone.

The angry “Dragon King” spread its wings, crossed the room, and closed its claws upon the man.  It was so enraged, it dashed him by the legs against the wall, snapping his neck.  Then it fled.

A Journey to the Kúrt Hills

UNIgames is in talks with the Tékumel Foundation to produce a “Kúrt Hills Map Set & Gazetteer”, following the same format as the previously published Northwest Frontier materials. This would cover a region from the center of Tsolyánu hex 4110 to the center of 3516.

UNIgames plans to follow that product with Béthorm adventure modules set in the Kúrt Hills region.

Status Report

Here’s the plan for the coming months. In October we’ll launch the next Tékumel art Kickstarter – this time to create the wondrous flying creatures of Tékumel’s starless skies. In December, we’ll run one final art Kickstarter to go back and create the handful of Empire of the Petal Throne creature drawings that remain. Then, in February of 2014, we’ll launch a final project to fund Béthorm: the Plane of Tékumel RPG itself.

We’ve been playing Béthorm in our own group for years, and these Tékumel art Kickstarters are helping to ensure that the published book will be illustrated as profusely as Professor Barker’s amazing setting deserves. In the meanwhile, we’re working on a Béthorm preview that will allow you to take a handful or pre-generated Béthorm characters into battle against some Tékumel creatures, so you can get a taste of the system: That’ll be attached to the October or December art Kickstarter..

Its been a long road, but the end is in sight. Thank you all so very much for your gracious support!

The Plausibility Department: “High Cartography”

[Every once in a while I come across something Tekumelyáni that stretches my credibility a bit.  “High cartography objects” would be one of those things.  Of course, it’s fiction, so I don’t worry too much.  Still, I think it’s helpful if I can find something in the real world that can lighten the burden on our disbelief suspenders.    –Talzhemir]

On Tékumel, “low” cartography is the use of flat maps.  “High” cartography utilizes sculpted objects.  Unreadable to the common person, they convey great meaning to those trained in the art.  Although the net result is to conceal information from the untrained, this is not the stated goal of High Cartography.  Since Tsolyáni people have paint and ink and scrolls, why would humans use esoteric three-dimensional items that take a great deal of effort to produce?

Let’s look at a couple of real world parallels for insight.  The closest thing to High Cartography is probably the travel carvings made and used by indigenous people of the Arctic Circle.


These three are Inuit reference tools that describe the coast of Greenland.  They are made of wood.  They show the fjords and the landforms visible from shore.

This information would remain valid for centuries.  So, making a carving might be well worth the effort.

What are the advantages of this method over flat maps?  First, they’re for use at sea-  markings on bark, parchment, and paper are less durable.  Second, they were so far north that their world was plunged into twilight or night for months.  There was very little light by which a map could be read.

straight and bent sticks tied together into a symmetrical flat arrangementIn the South Seas, another tactile “map” device is the mattang.  This is a “teaching” mattang.  It doesn’t represent a particular island, it’s a diagram of what generically happens when wave fronts flow around an island.  Mattangs are meant to be readable in the dark.

Experienced sailors also didn’t look at the water.  They could sense the direction and magnitude of the waves by paying attention to the angle of the canoe pitching beneath them.  Even if they were far from sight of land, they could follow the wave fronts to find an island.

Here is an actual mattang of the Marshall Islands.  It’s made out of cowry shells, sea grass, and palm “twigs” from the center rib of a leaf).  Called “rebbilib” there, these were still in use until about World War II.

Polynesians in their great canoes often slept through the heat of the day and rowed by night.  They also caught  seafood that rose to the surface at sunset and night.  It was important to have reference that worked in darkness.

Mattangs are traditionally learned by touching the various components and gently tracing them.  One ancient Polynesian belief was that there was a different repository for memories of this kind, “body memories”.  Today, we do know that some people are more effective at learning and memorizing if there is a kinetic or tactile component.  High Cartography would be more memorable for some people.

Inuit sticks and Polynesian mattangs are meant to be portable.  Some of the High Cartography objects mentioned are quite large, and not meant to be carried around.  Are there such things on Earth?

Why, yes!  This map is in Libya in a well-hidden location.  We can infer that it was meant to be memorized because it’s carved into the rock face.  Somebody could not carry it around if they wanted to.

lines and conical holes carven into a vertical stone faceThe lines are wadis or valleys, and the holes are water wells.  Probably engraved around 9000 years ago, it shows an area called Wadi Tashwinat.  (Click the picture if you would like to see some of the rock art of Wadi Tashwinat!)

The map’s location at Wadi Takdhalt hints that it was probably meant to be hidden.  The surface is well-worn by touching.  By not carrying a map object, the chances of an outsider learning of precious water resources was minimized. (The exact location of the map:  N24 51.124 E10 31.143)

It’s remarkable that the Wadi Tashwinat map has lasted so long.  Wood, bone, paper and leather are devoured by mildew and beetles.  Steel is extremely rare and copper turns to greenish black powder.  Even glass just becomes a lump because it is a slow-moving liquid.

Given those alternatives, then, it makes sense that some scholars of Tékumel might prefer carven stone.  They’re aware that humanity has lost vast amounts of information.  They want the fruits of their labor to last many millenia, and they do.
Conjectures

It’s possible that High Cartography didn’t originate with Humans.  It might have come from a people that naturally lived in near-dark or even an eyeless species.  This might be interesting to speculate but that speculation would be weak since none of the canon sentient races fit this description.

It could have come from a race whose predilection for a soggy environment made technologies like ‘paper’ problematic.  The Shén, for instance, are fond of swamps, but there’s no mention of such technology.  So, this is another weak ‘maybe’.

According to the canon, there are devices from bygone eras that contain information that are conveyed through “magic”.  The user touches them, and hears a voice in their head.  Could it be that perhaps High Cartography was an attempt to cling to the custom of conveying information through something you fondle?  Desperately trying to look like the ‘Great Ancients’?  Well, maybe, but, again, I’m venturing into speculation, and it’s not really necessary.

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Whatever its origins, High Cartography is a revered tradition, perpetuated by scholars of the wisdom-oriented temples.  All in all, while it might seem farfetched, there’s already plenty of precedents in the real world to show that it’s a viable idea.