Saturday, August 14, 2010

Sadhu Hanuman, Monk

Player: JW

STR 16 INT 12
DEX 17 WIS 13
CON 12 CHA 12

Level: 1
HP: 3

Special Quality: Oh Captain, My Captain

Staff, Chakram disks, backpack, waterskin, bottle of sake, chalk x10, flint and steel, grappling hook, hammer, holy symbol (handmade from silver), rations x5, hemp rope, sack x2
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  1. Far to the East, under the great snowy Peaks of Heaven, the rivers flow through mountain valleys and over towering falls, spilling into the lowland jungles of Bandapur. Here, massive trees tower above the leaf covered jungle floor, connected by so many vines that it seemed a titanic spider had woven its web there. This was the kindgom of the great Raj of Bandapur. His power was absolute and extended from one end of the infinite forest to the other. From the base of the holy mountains in the north, to the dry, arid plains to the south. The time of war had long past and Bandapur had enjoyed years of peace under the Raj. But, as he grew old, the kingdom seemed to grow restless. His only son, Kapeeshwar, had never married, instead he lived a pampered life of luxury, almost never leaving the palace walls. He knew nothing about running a kingdom, nor did he care, as long as his attendants saw to his every need. The people loved their Raj, but worried that if Kapeeshwar were to ascend to the golden Tiger Throne, the kingdom would quickly dissolve.

  2. Kapeeshwar's day started just like every other. He was gently wakened by a palace servant; young, beautiful, hair like a midnight river. He toyed with the idea of staying in bed for a little longer. He had forgotten this one's name, there were so many it became pointless trying to remember. But not today. Today he was supposed to train with a local warrior, supposedly a man of legendary status. He would see. He had heard from some of the palace guards that although this man's list of accomplishments was as long as one of the jungle vines, the gray hairs of his beard were even longer. Kapeeshwar was betting that this man was just one of hundreds of wandering freeloaders that his father entertained out of generosity. Dirty, uncultured, beggars all of them. He didn't understand why his father allowed them into the palace, they dirtied the place with their presence. Worst of all, it seemed as though his father invited them for his sake. Always setting up meetings between Kapeeshwar and these strangers, as though they had something important to offer. Only a few had proved interesting, those that spoke of wondrous tales of far off places and people. Kapeeshwar doubted that any of these tales were true, but nonetheless, they were entertaining.