Thursday, May 28, 2015

Bujilli: Episode 131

Previously...
Bujilli and Leeja watch as two aristorcratic Cameleopards and their Blue Emu hench-bird have crossed through the mirror-aperture to a place where there is a strange four-handed clock that might just be from Tsan Yian...and out past the perimeter something Voorish is moving through the murk as though hunting after the scent of prey...

Off in the distance, farther than either could see, someone was ringing a pair of sonorous bells through a ragged melody that Leeja could only half-remember. It was familiar, but she couldn't quite recall where she had heard such a thing previously. The sound reminded Bujilli of the tinkly little bells his mother's people tied to the bodies they placed out for sky-burial high up in the mountains surrounding their villages...but this wasn't a random sort of sound. It was rhythmic, repetitious, deliberate.

Bujilli chose to focus on the mirror-aperture and what lie beyond. It appeared to be some sort of palace. Diaphanous silk hangings fluttered in a gentle breeze between elegantly-faceted pillars of alabaster, onyx and malachite. A swarm of little Efts wheeled and cavorted through the upper air, shedding a soft, if slightly wavering bluish light across everything.

The Cameleopards casually strolled towards the large four-handed clock mounted within some sort of casket-cabinet fashioned from rich, dark wood and sturdy red-gold fixtures. They both were obviously impressed with the workmanship involved in crafting such a marvelous bit of furniture.

Bujilli strained to listen to the Cameleopards.

No sound passed through the aperture.

He could watch, but he could not listen-in on their conversation. Nor could he warn them, not without crossing-over himself. He considered it, but something bothered him about the clock. He held back.

That clock was marked-out in Tsannic glyphs. The numerals were in the style used by the peoples of Tsan Yian; the cruel empire where Bujilli's estranged father Lyhydris was a petty lord.

He remembered very vividly what had happened when he had attempted to cast one of his father's Tsannic spells*...

Bujilli and Leeja watched as the Cameleopards vigorously discussed various features and aspects of the strange clock while long-suffering Molimer the Blue Emu shifted his grip on the werm-glaive and kept watch over his patrons.

Orange light gleamed around the edges of the mirror-aperture forming a crisp rectangle amidst the swirling murk. Leeja noticed that the light radiated outwards like rippling waves, casting her and Bujilli's shadows outwards into the murkiness. She did not like letting the light make them more visible, but there wasn't much she could do about it as long as they stayed there looking through the mirror-aperture.

Off in the distance a girl laughed loudly then began to recite some sort of bad poetry only to have her oddly-echoing voice drowned-out by a fluttering flock of some sort of chittering gibbering things. Unlike the masks they had seen earlier, these things made a heavier flapping noise with what was most likely very large wings.

"Could that be The Hollow Girl?" Leeja wiped away a slight trace of blood from her upper lip. The Voorish thing had veered closer to their position, but didn't seem to be coming directly at them. Yet.

"Your guess is as good as mine." Bujilli studied the ornate clock. Each of the four hands moved around the circumference of the mechanism in a manner that suggested something important, something his father had mentioned in passing within one of his Little Brown Journals.

"Do you want to go through this aperture?" Leeja scowled. She could see the thing fade and slowly withdraw back into itself. Wherever it led to on the other-side, she wasn't sure she wanted to get stuck there, even with Bujilli's Synchronocitor. There never were any guarantees that such a device might work, especially if the rules or laws of nature were even slightly different over there.

The third hand struck thirty-six.


*See Episode 13...

Meanwhile...
Doktor Oorgram closed the file and sealed it with the regulation blue wax and yellow ribbon according to current protocol. This work of degenerate literature was supposed to be transcribed into Franzik, either the Western or Southern forms, but the file-sleeve had been mis-labelled. The contents were partly in Tsalalian, with a section in Old Pruztian and a third part cut up and re-pasted into some sort of jumbled cipher that could only be resolved visually. He recognized the cipher from his second year at Art School in Drunstadt, before the war, prior to his forced-conscription into the military and his being placed into the Imperial Aesthetic Evaluation and Revision Kommand. It was the sort of thing he had dabbled in himself, in kinder, gentler times. Now he marked it for destruction before the watch-roach on his desk noticed his hesitation...



Fractals slithered into a radically new arrangement along the edge of the mirror-aperture and Bujilli was forced back by something much like a pressure front. The squiggling, curling, coiling clouds of light went suddenly rigid and angular and dark.

"Scheiss! something's happening to the aperture--"

"VODORM. KasLANK. Ulj."

Red glyphs of warning flared at the periphery of Bujilli's field of vision. He could feel some power from the other side forcing the mirror-aperture open in preparation for locking it into place.

A tall, narrow almost humanoid figure strode across the marble tiles.

It wore a strange, flat bronze mask of sorts.

Or rather the mask wore it.

Bujilli pushed the aperture as hard as he could manage, using his mind, his will to make it roll along its axis once more. Orange light flickered about him, skittered and scattered out into the murk like a swarm of bats trying to escape into the night.

"What's happening?" Leeja drew her hand-axe and started to run through her repertoire of spells, as meager as her selection might be.

He couldn't speak. Everything had to go into getting the aperture spinning again, so it could close, so it would spin itself out of existence the way it was intended. Sweat poured from his skin. his muscles spasmed and fought against phantom impressions and false signals. Then it got worse.

Bujilli screamed. Fell to his knees in wave after wave of rapidly accelerating vibration that threatened to tear him to pieces. He fought to remain conscious. forced himself to keep pushing at the aperture along its axis despite the agony. He felt his grip on the mirror-aperture slipping. Slip. Rip away with a vast rushing cacophony of wind and vibration that crashed into silence.

Rollok's head plopped to the ground where the mirror-aperture wasn't. The monocle rolled off into the murk.

The aperture was closed. Gone. The way to Yian-Ho had been sealed successfully...more or less.

Leeja helped Bujilli back onto his feet. He wobbled slightly, but could remain standing on his own.

It had been an intense effort.

"What was that...thing...on the other-side?"

"One of the Arkash-Tal. Servitor-Guardians who were once alive, once somewhat human, but are neither of those things any longer. They keep watch over certain proscribed places..."

"Like that palace we saw."

"Yes."

"The passage, the aperture-thing; it is closed now?"

"Yes."

"Good. I suggest we get moving. There's been a goodly amount of noise and sorcerous turmoil here to attract gods only know what."

"I agree. Which way do you want to go?"



What should they do next? Which direction should they go?

You Decide!


Synchronocitor Status: Fully Recharged.


Roll for Initiative!
Someone please roll 1d6 for 1) Bujilli, 2) Leeja, 3) Whatever else is out there that they might meet up with...

Which Direction?
Do you want Bujilli & Leeja to go take a look at the spot where they think the Hollow Girl was supposed to be, according to the testimony of the Jub-Jub Birds? Or would it be a better idea to go get a look at that Voorish thing that seems to be meandering about the place, if only to get the drop on it before it notices them? perhaps they should head back towards the undulating wave-things or go off into the surrounding forest. They might instead head away from the Voorish thing either deeper into the surrounding gloom or towards a rockier, more rugged area that seems to be parallel to the wooded region they are in already. they could try to find their way back to the spot where they originally entered this space...but that might prove far more difficult than expected, if in fact it is even possible. Or they could try to use the Synchronocitor and see where it might take them this time. Whichever direction is up to you readers. You decide!

Roll for Possible Observation.
Please roll 1d6 and let me know the result. If you get a 1, there is a bonus Random Encounter. If you get a 6, then the encounter is from the other side of another mirror-aperture.

Optional Spot Mirror Roll. (1d30)
We'll also need another d30 roll to determine if Bujilli or Leeja spot yet another mirror in the distance. A result of 10 means maybe/it isn't clear, a result of 20 means that there seems to be a mirror in a random direction, but it looks closed/shuttered; and a result of 30 means that they spot a mirror in the distance that might be open and accessible...or at least whatever they are seeing appears that way from a distance. A result of 1 means something else mirror-related happens, possibly some sort of environmental effect or shift in the surrounding terrain...

What Should They Do Next?

You Decide!

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8 comments:

  1. The inventiveness of these installments never flags!

    I think they should explore a bit more, but maybe put a little distance between them and the voorish thing. Towards the rocky area.

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    1. Thanks, Bujilli's explorations of these peculiar worlds and strange locations through a weekly serial has been a lot of fun to write and it has opened up a lot of stuff that might not otherwise have ever gotten revealed. Writing these episodes live every Thursday, based on reader feed-back has been a rewarding process that I am very happy that I got talked into trying out and sticking with from early on by Porky. He is Bujilli's Godfather in some ways.

      Getting away from the Voorish thing is probably a good idea...anything that prowls these sorts of liminal/transitional spaces could be very bad news even without it having a deleterious effect on Leeja by just getting close.

      The rocky area looks more and more like limestone bluffs jutting out of mist and fog like in a Chinese watercolor painting...and the rocks get larger, more fractured and rugged, with mosses and lichens and other things growing on them as one goes further towards this region...

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    2. Given all the trouble Bujilli's been through over the course of the series, he might not be too grateful for my part in it, small as it is. In fact his feelings right now might well be bordering on the kind he has for folk like his uncle.

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    3. Bujilli would never have gotten very far in his travels if it weren't for you. Funny thing you should mention his uncle...

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  2. For what's next I'm with Trey. I agree on the subject of invention as well. The fine detail of how the worlds work really add to the magic, and this week's vignette was an especially good example. Strange spaces.

    The initiative rolls:

    Bujilli - 3
    Leeja - 6
    Whatever else is out there - 3

    For the possible obeservation I got a 6 but for the mirror spot a 9. If something's coming through they might well not be seeing it...

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    1. Thanks. I really enjoy writing this serial as it allows me to delve into things, to go look at stuff and to plumb the weird recesses of our various worlds and settings in a way that isn't possible otherwise. Glad you liked the vignette. It allows for me to visit some of the minor characters and to look in on some situations that might or might not cross Bujilli's path down the road. In the case of the clockroaches and little ungezeifer-watchsects...we'll see them again I'm sure...

      Thanks for the Initiative rolls. Nice roll for the Possible Observation and Mirror Spotting too. Yeah...they might not see it, whatever it is that's out there...but they will notice it soon enough...

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  3. Moving away from the Voorish influence is a good thing. Toward the rocky area works. I rolled 5d20s and got 13, 18, 11, 10, and 20 and 5d6s and got 2, 3, 4, 3, and 6, in case they're helpful.

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    1. Avoiding an encounter with some big, whuffling Voorish-beast is probably sensible...especially since it hasn't pin-pointed Leeja's position just yet. It's as big as a six-story boarding house only with fewer good memories and a lot more teeth.

      The rocky area is one option, as are the woods to either side and trying to go back...though that tends to be a pretty questionable direction, since it involves crossing through regions that have been stirred-up by so many passers-through like those Jub-Jub Birds...

      Thanks for the D20 & D6 rolls. They will certainly come in handy.

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