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Well, after weeks of study and asking around my family (Ghanaians) I've gathered a wealth of knowledge on African (mostly western) folklore and history.

I created a rough map and then realized I've got no clue where I want this to go.

I figured I'd drop some abridged stories here and then you guys tell what plot points/characters you liked.

A story,a story. Let it come,let it go.

Near the edge of the Liberian rain forest, on a hill overlooking the Cavally River, was the village of Kundi. Its rice and cassava fields spread in all directions. Cattle grazed in the grassland near the river. Smoke from the fires in the round clay houses seeped through the palmleaf roofs, and from a distance these faint columns of smoke seemed to hover over the village. Men and boys fished in the river with nets, and women pounded grain in wooden mortars before the houses.

In this village, with his wife and many children, lived a hunter by the name of Ogaloussa.

One morning Ogaloussa took his weapons down from the wall of his house and went into the forest to hunt. His wife and his children went to tend their fields, and drove their cattle out to graze. They day passed, and they ate their evening meal of manioc and fish. Darkness came, but Ogaloussa didn’t return.

Another day went by, and still Ogaloussa didn’t come back. They talked about it and wondered what could have detained him. A week passed, then a month. Sometimes Ogaloussa’s sons mentioned that he hadn’t come home. The family cared for the crops, and the sons hunted for game, but after a while they no longer talked about Ogaloussa’s disappearance.

Then, one day, another son was born to Ogaloussa’s wife. His name was Puli. Puli grew older. He began to talk, and the first thing he said was, “Where is my father?”

The other sons looked across the ricefields.

“Yes,” one of them said. “Where is father?”

“He should have returned long ago,” another one said.
“He went into the forest, but where will we find him?” another one asked.

“I saw him go,” one of them said. “He went that way, across the river. Let us follow the trail and search for him.”

So the sons took their weapons and started out to search for Ogaloussa. When they were deep among the great trees and vines of the forest they lost the trail. They searched in the forest until one of them found the trail again. They followed it until they lost the way once more, and then another son found the trail. It was dark in the forest, and many times they became lost. Each time another son found the way. At last they came to a clearing among the trees, and there on the ground scattered about lay Ogaloussa’s bones and his rusted weapons. They knew then that Ogaloussa had been killed in the hunt.
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One of the sons stepped forward and said, “I know how to put a dead person’s bones together.” He gathered all of Ogaloussa’s bones and put them together, each in its right place.

Another son said, “I have knowledge too. I know how to cover the skeleton with sinews and flesh.” He went to work, and her covered Ogaloussa’s bones with sinews and flesh.

A third son said, “I have the power to put blood into a body.” He went forth and put blood into Ogaloussa’s veins, and then he stepped aside.

Another of the sons said, “I can put breath into a body.” He did his work, and when he was through they saw Ogaloussa’s chest rise and fall.

“I can give the power of movement to a body,” another of them said. He put the power of movement into his father’s body, and Ogaloussa sat up and opened his eyes.

“I can give him the power of speech,” another son said. He gave the body the power of speech, and then he stepped back.

Ogaloussa looked around him. He stood up.

“Where are my weapons?” he asked.

They picked up his rusted weapons from the grass where they lay and gave them to him. Then they returned the way they had come, through the forest and the ricefields, until they had arrived once more in the village.

Ogaloussa went into his house. His wife prepared a bath for him and he bathed. She prepared food for him and he ate. Four days he remained in the house, and on the fifth day he came out and shaved his head, because this was what people did when they came back from the land of the dead.
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Afterwards he killed a cow for a great feast. He took the cow’s tail and braided it. He decorated it with beads and cowry shells and bits of shiny metal. It was a beautiful thing. Ogaloussa carried it with him to important affairs. When there was a dance or an important ceremony he always had it with him. The people of the village thought it was the most beautiful cow-tail switch they had ever seen.

Soon there was a celebration in the village because Ogaloussa had returned from the dead. The people dressed in their best clothes, the musicians brought out their instruments, and a big dance began. The drummers beat their drums and the women sang. The people drank much palm wine. Everyone was happy.

Ogaloussa carried his cow-tail switch, and everyone admired it. Some of the men grew bold and came forward to Ogaloussa and asked for the cow-tail switch, but Ogaloussa kept it in his hand. Now and then there was a clamor and much confusion as many people asked for it at once. The women and children begged for it too, but Ogaloussa refused them all.

Finally, he stood up to talk. The dancing stopped and people came close to hear what Ogaloussa had to say.
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“A long time ago I went into the forest,” Ogaloussa said. “While I was hunting I was killed by a leopard. Then my sons came for me. They brought me back from the dead, but I have only one cow tail to give. I shall give it to the one who did the most to bring me home.”

So an argument started.

“He will give it to me!” one of the sons said. “It was I who did the most, for I found the trail in the forest when it was lost!”

“No, he will give it to me!” another son said. “It was I who put his bones together!”

“It was I who covered his bones with sinews and flesh!” another said. “He will give it to me!”

“It was I who gave him the power of movement!” another son said. “I deserve it most!”

Another son said it was he who should have the switch, because he had put blood into Ogaloussa’s veins. Another claimed it because he had put breath in the body. Each of the sons argued his right to possess the wonderful cow-tail switch.

Before long not only the sons but the other people of the village were talking. Some of them argued that the son who had put blood in Ogaloussa’s veins should get the switch, others that the one who had given Ogaloussa breath should get it. Some of them believed that all of the sons had done equal things, and that they should share it. They argued back and forth this way until Ogaloussa asked them to be quiet.

“To this son I will give the cow-tail switch, for I owe most to him,” Ogaloussa said.

He came forward and bet low and handed it to Puli, the little boy who had been born while Ogaloussa was in the forest.

The people of the village remembered then that the child’s first words had been, “Where is my father?” They knew that Ogaloussa was right.

For it was a saying among them that a man is not really dead until he is forgotten.

Thanks. I like to use a lot of African and African American myth/folktales for my fantasy characters because other players and DMs can never seem to figure out where they came from and think I'm super creative and original.
I quite liked that! another!
I take it these are some sort of god beings? I mean, bringing your pops back to life seems such a simple task and all after he's been dead for untold number of years
They just knew the secrets.

If you know those, it's not all that hard.
(Background this story takes place in Manden literally "land of the Mande people" like the Mandinka/Mandingo/Mane/Soninke/Malinke. It lies in what is now Mali,Guinea,Gambia,and Senegal.It was the heartland of the Mali empire and the source of the Mende tribe who migrated to Sierra Leone and Liberia. Manden is mostly savanna (before the industrial age it had dry forests too).With a mountain range in the southeast called Fouta Jallon. Before the Mali empire it was a collection of city state kingdoms and dependent villages.

Long ago,in days long past there lived two young hunters from the kingdom of Sangaran.

Their names were Oulamba and Oulani.
The two best friends set out for adventures in distant lands. They eventually came to the kingdom of Do.

An young woman offered them what little water her village had,but sighed as it was scarce: especially in the dry season.

Oulamba asked why the villagers didn't merely collect some water from the river. And the girl said a gigantic cape buffalo would chase them away and destroy whatever village dared to send people to fetch water. The king of Do sent his army against the monster and they were massacred. Hundreds of archers,spearmen,and armored cavalry could not stand the might of the Buffalo of Do.

The young men met the king of Do and promised to save them. The king called them fools.
They crept to the riverbank and saw an old woman crying bitterly. She told them she was terribly hungry. The hunters felt pity and fed her their rations before drawing water and carrying the vessels to her house. The elderly woman revealed she was the Buffalo and they defeated her with kindness. She was the sister of the king,and he abandoned her to poverty and exile besides claiming her share of the inheritance.

She gave them a staff and an egg. She told them to seek her on the plains of Ourantamba, and wave the staff at her thrice. Then she would be vulnerable to arrows,after she began to chase them they would throw the egg behind themselves to open a giant chasm as a barrier. Then they could finish her with spears.

They followed her directions and defeated her monstrous form. They cut off her golden tail as proof to the elderly king.

He offered them any girl in his domain as a wife.

Following the advice of the old woman, they chose an ugly hunchback named Sogolon Kedjou. She was the spirit double of the Buffalo.

They came to the kingdom of Niani at the edge of the mountains. And they told their story to king Maghan Kon Fatta "Maghan the handsome". They performed a divination ritual before him, and said if he married Sogolon their son would be the greatest Mandinka who ever lived. Maghan knew how beautiful he was,and was at first repulsed. But he considered his potential legacy and agreed to marry Sogolon.
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This is awesome OP, please continue!
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But they could not consumate the marriage because her spirit was too intense for his to handle. Multiple times he tried to impregnate her, but he was driven away by her power.

He consulted many witch doctors and hunter magicians, but they didn't help. So he took sand one night and drew mysterious occult symbols (I'll explain it later if you lot want) on the bedroom floor.

He had a visions and woke Sogolon.

"SOGOLON KEDJOU! THE MANDINGO KINGS OF OLD REQUIRE YOUR BLOOD IN SACRIFICE!". She cried and pleaded for her life, but he grabbed her braids and took a knife in his other hand. "Forgive me Sogolon! I will not defy my fathers!"

She was so terrified she fainted and her spirit double left her.

It turned out to be a prank by the ancestor spirits, but it worked.

Maghan and Sogolon conceived a son.

His name? Son-Jata. From Sogolon and "Jata" which is Mandinka for Lion. The lion of Sogolon. Better known in English as Sundiata.

Sundiata was a sickly and crippled boy. His father was devastated by this. He felt tricked. His second wife Sassouma Berete and her son Dankaron Touman openly mocked and resented Sogolon and Sundiata.

One day the co-wives of Maghan sent their children to gather Baobob leaves to make snacks with.

Sassouma laughed in Sogolon's face and said "what's the matter, ugly? Doesn't your crippled little monster wish to play too?".

Sogolon could not bear these insults anymore and she burst into tears.

Sundiata was angry. He told a servant to bring an iron rod to him. Sundiata grasped the rod and began to stand up tall with it. He was so strong he bent it into the shape of a bow.

Everyone was astonished.

He turned to his mother and asked how many Baobob leaves she needed.

He ran for the first time to the Baobob and ripped it out of the ground, and brought it to the central courtyard of the palace.

Maghan was overjoyed as was Sogolon, but Sassouma was furious.

Sundiata became a great hunter of giant monsters and a wise prince.

I've heard the story of the crippled boy who could bend metal and was super strong and all that, but now I know the origin story. Pretty cool.
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Sassouma Berete left Niani late at night to meet the 9 witches of Manden.

They were among the greatest dark forces in the world.

Sassouma offered them treasures beyond belief and human souls if they would kill Sundiata with their spells.

And they agreed.

But Sundiata was pure of heart and soul so their witchcraft had no affect on him. In order to murder him, they needed him to feel a negative emotion like hatred or rage. So they stole leaves from Baobob that belonged to a property owner. Sundiata asked what they were doing and they waited for his anger, but he was calm and kind.

"If you were hungry, just ask!" and he gave them three bushels of Baobob leaves from the royal Baobob. The witches never expected such kindness as Sassouma told them awful things about him.

They told Sassouma and she was angry.

Then it occurred to her that she was alone at night with 9 hungry powerful witches and she ran screaming back to Niani.

Sassouma made up her mind to send assassins after Sundiata, Sogolon, and Sundiata's little sister.

Sassouma gave her son the throne and openly tried to have them executed after Maghan died.

They fled Niani and settled in the kingdom of Mema.

The Faama "king" of Mema greeted them with open arms.

Sundiata became his top advisor and general, and slew monsters on the side.

Then news came of the old Ghana empire being sacked by the previously weak Sosso kingdom.

They were led by the dark lord Somouro Kante. A sorcerer even the 9 witches of Manden trembled before.

One by one Mande kingdoms were enslaved by Somouro.

And even Niani fell. King Dankaron was so scared he fled east and was never seen again.

The people of Niani begged for Sundiata to save them, but Sundiata doubted if he even wanted to be king.

Suddenly his mother fell ill and before dying she told him about destiny and duty.

He gained new resolve and set out to retake Niani with the king of Mema.
Twice they routed the auxiliary troops of Somaouro, so he led his elite troops into battle. By this time Sundiata raised troops from all 12 kingdoms of Manden.

They met Somouro in battle. The dark lord caused a raging storm to drown and strike down soldiers, and Sundiata dispelled it with his power over the wind.

Sundiata closed in and stabbed Somaoro with his spear and it shattered. Somaouro laughed and adjusted his horned helmet.

Sundiata shot an arrow at his face, and Somaouro caught it effortlessly.

So Sundiata slashed at him with a sword, and Somaouro teleported to the top of the mountain on his black horse.

He cackled and told them his final assault would spare nobody.

Sundiata was frustrated, how could he hurt such a foe?

In the chaos of the wars, his griot (west african bards and historians) and sister were captured.

Sundiata's bard Balla Fasseke sneaks to the tower of Somaouro and discovered a horrific room full of human skin rugs, bone fetishes, mutilated animal fetishes, jars of owls and snakes, and something so horrifying I dare not speak of it.

Balla Fasseke also found a xylophone and played it. He did not notice Somaouro behind him.

In fear he stopped touching it, but Somaouro was entranced and demanded he keep playing. "Ah, you shall be MY griot, and sing of my victory for all to hear!".

Balla Fasseke then told Sundiata's sister about the fetish room and asked her to seduce source of his powers.
Yo OP lurker telling you good job man.I love lesser known mythologies used in stories
Sundiata's sister offers herself to Somaouro and teases him into telling her the source of his powers. Somaouro boasted: "I keep my taboos and have a strong bond with my ancestors. My tribe's ancient totem is the white cock. Were I to be pierced by a big white cock, I would perish".

Together Balla Fasseke and Sundiata's sister escape.

They told him everything, and he tied the spur of a white cock to an arrow.

Then he sacrificed 100 white specimens of each farm animal to the Niger river goddess, Faro.

And in the valley of Sibi, he and his 12 fellow kings swore eternal brotherhood.

At Kirina, the united forces of the Mandinka clashed with the legions of Somaouro. And Sundiata shot him with the arrow.

And Somaouro died as the african sun rose high into the air.

Some say however,that he turned to stone inside of a cave...and he waits for the day he can be free again. Some of his tribesmen are said to bring him offerings to this very day....

All of Manden rejoiced and there was a great crowning ceremony in Niani.

The 12 kingdoms of Mali all pledged allegiance to Sundiata.

And the 12 kings stabbed their spears in the ground and shouted "Mansa Sundiata!" one after another until the cry could be heard all over Manden by happy people.

The king was well educated and converted to (paganism mixed with) Islam.

Sundiata began a reign of peace and prosperity, starting the golden age of Mali.

This is my story,I have recited to you. If it be sweet, or if it be not.

Take some elsewhere, and let it return to me.
>Were I to be pierced by a big white cock, I would perish.
Pfffhahaha, that was something.
But good stories Ghanon, we are grateful for them, and we ask for more.
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At the dawn of time, humans were crafted by God by hand.

He would ask what sort of life you desired, and you would live it.

This is how the Ijaw people of southeast Nigeria explain suffering.

Anyway, there was a soul named Ogboinba who eagerly asked for magical powers, and to be infertile.

God asked if she was sure, and she said yes.

Another girl asked for splendid children.

So after the world was created, Ogboinba was born a beautiful and wondrous girl. As a child she spoke to the animals,healed the sick,saw spirits,and made prophecies.

They grew up and married, but Ogboinba realized too late she wanted babies. She used her powers to be a fantastical "auntie" to her friends kids when she babysat.

But even they would scurry back to their mother after a day of adventures.

Ogboinba became depressed and set out on a quest to reincarnate.

Her best friend as well as her husband were distraught to find out she was leaving. They were all childhood friends and were never separated longer than 24 hours.

But Ogboinba had her mind made up.

And she went on the road.

She eventually heard the ocean, but was blocked by a mangrove forest.

A wild man named Isembi ruled over it. He and his wife fed and sheltered Ogboinba before asking her purpose.

When they heard, Isembi laughed. "Impossible, you can't force the hand of God".

But Ogboinba challenges him to a magical duel.

Isembi says he won't fight a woman, but Ogboinba claims he's just scared of her.

So they battle, and Isembi absorbed her powers. But Ogboinba refused to give up and used a technique to regain her powers and absorb his.

She killed him with her powers, and his wife cried. So she resurrected him without his abilities.

She repeated this with the chief of a seashore town.

Then she challenged the God of the Ocean.

The Ocean nearly crushed her inside of its depths, but she used the power of love and hope to overcome her fear and she dried up the Ocean completely.
Lurker here, cool fuckin' stories. i don't have much else to say though.
When she realized the devastation of the planet she caused, she set everything right by magic.

She walked the opposite side of the world until she came to meet the Tortoise king. He was expecting the legendary Ogboinba to arrive. "Turn back now, beyond me are the 2 gods Ada and Yasi the great" they both are far stronger than me AND possess creation stones.

Ogboinba said nothing would stop her, and said she would overcome any obstacle.

So the Tortoise king said "Prepare to DIE!" and unleashed his powers and sent her bag of magic flying and scattered her powers all over both the spirit world and the mortal world.

Ogboinba regained her powers and said it was her turn. Tortoise king said "do your worst" and hid in his shell as she overwhelmed him with magic.

His shell cracked and he died.

His wife cried and Ogboinba brought Tortoise king back without any powers.

Ada used his divination skills to predict his own loss, but he ignored it and was beaten.

Yasi severed her head and sent it sky high, but it landed back perfectly and she sliced off his head. She realized that he refused to move because his feet were standing on creation stones.

She knocked him down and his skull flew deep into the ground. No contact with the creation stones meant he died permanently.

Before meeting God, she was stopped by the cock. Cock said only a void lay beyond him.

"Kingdom Cock is first, and it will be the last in the universe". He gave a great "cock-a-doodle-doo!". The battle was epic and Ogboinba won by burning the cock and obliterating his entire domain.

She fell into the void...

In the void she saw a massive Iroko (silk cotton tree) with seemingly no beginning or end.

She meekly came before God who said "you would threaten the source of all magic?". And God brought back the lives and powers of her fallen enemies.

Ogboinba fled in fear and turned into the little spot of light that shines in people's eyes.
Any lurkers?
Any part of africa that is south of the sahara is utterly unsuitable for an rpg campaign. Furthermore, your use of african mythology to "confuse" the GM and or your fellow players sounds like a rather poor cover for you being a tiresome tumblrina faggot.

Overall conclusion?

0/10 concept made by a 0/10 troll.

That was kind of anti-climatic! She didn't even ask God to help her out again. But that was pretty DBZ teir with fighting stronger and stronger enemies. Must be why black people love anime so much
She became hope, what else can top that?
Even though it's out of fear though.
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Are you serious?
Lurker here. Excellent stuff, I love stories like that, especially those I'd usually never hear, like the far-eastern Russian ones or, case in point, the ones from Africa. Keep going.

>...Ogboinba won by burning the cock and obliterating his entire domain.
I know it's childish, but I chortled like you wouldn't believe.
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You can't be serious.
The Orisha Shango, back when he was a mortal king once asked the oracle Orunmila to create a mighty fetish for him. Orunmila said yes, but he had to send his wife Queen Oya to get it. When she arrived in the wizard's house he told her not to open the package until it reached Shango. But curiosity got the best of her on the road and she opened it and ate the red powder inside. She went back to her husband and he said "WHERE IS MY FETISH?!" and she started to speak when a mass of flames erupted from her mouth. That's how Oya gained the power to breathe fire.Shango was furious and hurled lighting bolts at her while she fled in terror. A flock of sheep hid her amongst themselves and many were killed protecting her. After his rampage she turned into a river goddess.

Now worshipers of Oya refuse to eat mutton in honor of the sheep.
Makoma was born as a man armed with a bag and mighty hammer. To prove he was greater than the chiefs of the land, he asked if they would dare clear the rivers of crocodiles and make it safer for the people they said "no" in fear. He dived into the waters and the waters bubbled and raged before Makoma leaped from the water in a huge shower of blood and crocodile guts! He entered the water as a little boy and emerged a handsome and strong man. The chiefs and commoners bowed and accepted his greatness. The Makoma roamed the land and met a stone giant making mountains. The stone giant attacked him and Makoma it him so hard with his hammer it shrank into a tiny stone man. The mountain accepted his greatness and asked to be his slave. Makoma put him in his bag. Makoma gained the giants powers after defeating him. Makoma met an even bigger dust giant making entire rivers and was attacked. Makoma blocked a punch with his bag and attacked with his hammer, making the giant into the size of a doll and gaining his powers. Then Makoma traveled more and met an even BIGGER giant planting a forest. The giant swung at Makoma with a Baobob tree and missed. Makoma spun "Nu-endo" his powerful hammer and knocked out the giant, gaing his powers as well and shrinking it to the size of a toy. Makoma met a fire spirit who was eating fire and it blew flames at him. The fire was so hot it turned the earth into glass. Makoma knocked it out with "Nu-endo " the iron hammer and shrunk the fire spirit to a manageable size. Makoma was powerful and had the strength of a mountain, the ability to make rivers or dry them up, wisdom and foresight, the ability to plant entire forests, and produce absurdly hot fire. Makoma came to a beautiful meadow and decided to build a home there, he and his little friends got to work. But one night, they found the first giant tied to a tree. He was interrogated by an colossal giant who asked of Makoma.
The giant was so big, a man couldn't see where his moustache even ended. By the riverside, Makoma hear the giant call him. It challenged him to a battle. Makoma hit it with his hammer, but it slid off the slimy green creature. The river giant seized him in his moustache but Makoma freed himself with his fire powers. Makoma gripped his bag over the giant's head and with this traction smashed his head in. Makoma had defeated the fever spirit. Makoma was gloomy the next day and when asked by his little friends, he said "The spirits of my ancestors say I will never know peace until I kill the great five headed giant". With this, he ordered his friends to leave. Makoma travelled far west into africa, through mountains, and valleys, and deserts, and savannas, and rivers, and deserts, and swamps. He came to a house with two beautiful women inside. He asked if he was in the country of the five headed giant. The women were the very wives of Sakatirina, the five headed giant. They pointed to two gargantuan mountains in the distance, so tall their peaks were hidden by clouds. "Those are his legs" they said. Makoma swallowed and struck him with Nu-endo. Far, far, up high a voice said "who scratches my feet?" Makoma responded with a challenge, but could not be heard. So he gathered trees and lit them at the giants feet. The giant noticed and asked who did it. Makoma proclaimed it was he and they did battle. The giant clutched Makoma and dashed him against the earth over and over. But when all seemed lost Makoma transformed. He was larger, faster, more glorious, and more powerful than ever before. With a yell he attacked once more. They fought and crushed mountains and forests flat under their feet. Makoma striking with a renewed hammer and Sakatirina hurled mountains at Makoma. But neither could kill the other. The next day, they both collapsed from the fight. When they awoke, God stood before them. "Oh, you are both so great you shall both with with me in the heaven"
I'm perfectly serious, Sub-Saharan Africa is unsuitable for just about any rpg campaign you can name as that part of the world is incredibly isolated from the whole rest of the planet until more or less the 19th century.

I mean if you want to run a game where all the PCs eventually get gunned down by angry european soldiers then more power to you, but at the end of the day that is rather limited.
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Four times Wagadu stood there in all her splendor.
Four times Wagadu disappeared and was lost to human sight.
Once through vanity,
once through falsehood,
once through greed and
once through dissension.

Four times Wagadu changed her name.
First she was called Dierra, then Agada, then Ganna,
then Silla.
Four times she turned her face.
Once to the north, once to the west, once to the east, and once to the south.

For Wagadu, whenever men have seen her, has always had four gates:
one to the north,
one to the west,
one to the east,
and one to the south.
Those are the directions whence the strength of Wagadu comes,
the strength in which she endures no matter whether she be built of stone, wood and earth
or lives but as a shadow in the minds and longing of her children.

For really Wagadu is not of stone, not of wood, not of earth.
Wagadu is the strength which lives in the hearts of men
and is sometimes visible because eyes see her
and ears hear the clash of swords and the ring of shields,
and is sometimes invisible because the indomitability of men has overtired her, so that she sleeps.

Sleep came to Wagadu the first time through vanity, for the second time through falsehood, for the third time through greed and for the fourth time through dissension. Should Wagadu ever be found for the fourth time, then she will live so forcefully in the minds of men that she will never be lost again, so forcefully that vanity, falsehood, greed and dissension will never be able to harm her.
Hooh! Dierra, Agada, Ganna, Silla! Hooh! Fasa!
Oh and I'm also quite serious when I say that the OP is tumblrite retard that doesn't belong on 4chan.

>>Herp derp using african mythology to confuse teh rest of teh group is awsum guiz. ^_^

No, no it isn't and you are a disruptive and obnoxious little shitstain.
According to the oral history of the Soninke people, a ruler named Dinga defeated a powerful water spirit, marrying its three daughters. All of the Mande clans trace back to these unions. He established the powerful city of Wagadu, where he enjoyed a long and prosperous reign as the first ruler of the Empire
of Ghana. He loved all of his many children, but liked his son Khine the most. He wanted Khine to be king, but alas his Dyabe tricked him into giving his blessing when he was old and blind like Jacob tricked Isaac. After his death, his two sons, Khine and Dyabe fought for control of the empire. At the point of victory, Dyabe's forces were turned back by Khine's army. Facing a humiliating defeat, Dyabe fled into the wilderness. He woke up to find a magical drum beside him. Whatever he said was transmitted though the winds to his armies and followers. He promised to make four of them governors if they gave him loyalty. His forces marched and rode on Wagadu to lay siege but Khine's forces were victorious. Dyabe's demoralized forces fled into the wilds. Later that night Dyabe woke up to see a giant black snake before him. It called itself Bida and gave him an offer. In return for victory and a rain of gold every year, they would feed him. Dyabe was anxious to win and immediately said yes. The snake demanded a virgin girl to eat every year in return for his boons. Dyabe was disgusted but had already given his sworn word. With the help of the evil snake he conquered Wagadu and was crowned the Kaya Magha. "King of Gold". The city was surrounded by a force field which kept out invaders. Wagadu prospered and the clan based mande caste system was introduced....
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Wagadu was lost for the first time through vanity. At that time Wagadu faced north and was called Dierra. Her last king was called Nganamba Fasa. The Fasa were
strong. But the Fasa were growing old. Daily they fought against the Burdama (Garamantes/Berbers/Tuareg) and the Boroma ("Fulani"). They fought every day and every month. Never was there an end to the fighting. And out of the fighting the strength of the Fasa grew. All Nganamba's men were heroes, all the women were lovely and proud of the strength and the heroism of the men of Wagadu.
All the Fasa who had not fallen in single combat with the Burdama were growing old. Nganamba was very old. Nganamba had a son, Gassire, and he was old enough, for he already had eight grown sons with children of their own. They were all living and Nganamba ruled in his
family and reigned as a king over the Fasa and
the doglike Boroma. Nganamba grew so old that Wagadu was lost because of him and the Boroma became slaves again to the Burdama who seized power with the sword.

Had Nganamba died earlier would Wagadu
then have disappeared for the first time?

Nganamba did not die. A jackal gnawed at Gassire's heart.

Daily Gassire asked his heart:
"When will Nganamba die?
When will Gassire be king?"

Every day Gassire watched for the death of his father
as a lover watches for the evening star to rise.

By day, when Gassire fought as a hero against the Burdama
and drove the false Boroma before him with a leather girth,
he thought only of the fighting, of his sword, of his shield,
of his horse.

By night, when he rode with the evening into the city and
sat in the circle of men and his sons, Gassire heard how
the heroes praised his deeds. But his heart was not in the
talking; his heart listened for the strains of Nganamba's
breathing; his heart was full of misery and longing.
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I vaguely remember a mythical African monster that's basically some sort of cyclopean gorilla-lion that breathes fire and eats humans.

But I don't remember what it was called or from what region the story's from.

Also, there are a shitload of giant lizard/crocodile/snake/dinosaur legends. As a dinosaur freak kid, I loved those stories the best.

Pic sort of related.

It's the original gangsta. The ancestor of all elephants and snakes.

An elephantsnake. Beats the shit out of fighting dragons everyday.
Gassire's heart was full of longing for the shield of his
father, the shield, which he could carry only when his
father was dead, and also for the sword which he might
draw only when he was king. Day by day Gassire's rage
and longing grew. Sleep passed him by.

Gassire lay, and a jackal gnawed at his heart. Gassire felt
the misery climbing into his throat. One night Gassire sprang
out of bed, left the house and went to an old wise man, a man
who knew more than other people.

He entered the wise man's house and asked:
"Kiekorro! When will my father, Nganamba, die
and leave me his sword and shield?"

The old man said:
"Ah, Gassire, Nganamba will die;
but he will not leave you his sword and shield!

You will carry a lute.
Shield and sword
shall others inherit.
But your lute
shall cause
the loss of Wagadu!

Ah, Gassire!"

Gassire said:
you lie!

I see that you are not wise.
How can Wagadu be lost
when her heroes triumph daily?

you are a fool!"

The old wise man said:
"Ah, Gassire,
you cannot believe me.

But your path
will lead you to
the partridges in the fields
and you will understand
what they say
and that will be your way
and the way of Wagadu."

The next morning Gaasire went with the heroes again to do
battle against the Burdama. Gassire was angry.

Gassire called to the heroes
"Stay here behind.
Today I will battle
with the Burdama alone."

The heroes stayed behind and Gassire went on alone to do
battle with the Burdama. Gassire hurled his spear. Gassire
charged the Burdama. Gassire swung his sword. He struck
home to the right, he struck home to the left. Gassire's
sword was as a sickle in the wheat.

The Burdama were afraid. Shocked, they cried:

"That is no Fasa,
that is no hero,
that is a Damo (a being unknown to the singer himself)."

The Burdama turned their horses. The Burdama threw away
their spears, each man his two spears, and fled. Gassire
called the knights.
The knights sang:
"The Fasa are heroes.

Gassire has always been
the Fasa's
greatest hero.

Gassire has always done
great deeds.

But today Gassire was
greater than Gassire!"

Gassire rode into the city and the heroes rode behind him.

The heroes sang,
"Never before
has Wagadu won
so many spears
as today."

Gassire let the women bathe him. The men gathered. But
Gassire did not seat himself in their circle. Gassire
went into the Belds. Gassire heard the partridges.
Gassire went close to them.

A partridge sat under a bush and sang;
"Hear the Dausi! Hear my deeds!"

The partridge sang of its battle with the snake.

The partridge sang:
"All creatures must die,
be buried and rot.
Kings and heroes die,
are buried and rot.
I, too, shall die,
shall be buried and rot.

But the Dausi,
the song of my battles,
shall not die.

It shall be sung again and again
and shall outlive all kings and heroes.

Hoooh, that I might do such deeds!
Hoooh, that I may sing the Dausi!

Wagadu will be lost.
But the Dausi shall endure
and shall live!"

Gassire went to the old wise man.

Gassire said:
"Kiekorro! I was in the fields.
I understood the partridges.
The partridge boasted
that the song of its deeds
would live longer than Wagadu.

The partridge sang the Dausi.

Tell me whether men also know the Dausi
and whether the Dausi can outlive life and death?"
Gassire said:
"Wagadu can go to blazes!"
Gassire went to a smith.
Gassire said,
"Make me a lute."
The smith said,
"I will, but the lute will not sing."
Gassire said:
"Smith, do your work.
The rest is my affair."
The smith made the lute.
The smith brought the lute to Gassire.
Gassire struck on the lute.
The lute did not sing.
Gassire said:
"Look here,
the lute does not sing."
The smith said:
"That's what I told you in the first place."
Gassire said:
make it sing."
The smith said:
"I cannot do anything more about it.
The rest is your affair."
Gassire said:
"What can I do, then?"
The smith said:
"This is a piece of wood.
It cannot sing
if it has no heart.
must give it a heart.
Carry this piece of wood
on your back
when you go into battle.
The wood must ring
with the stroke of your sword.
The wood must absorb
down-dripping blood,
blood of your blood,
breath of your breath.
Your pain must be its pain,
your fame its fame.
The wood may no longer
be like the wood of a tree,
but must be penetrated by
and be
a part of your people.
Therefore it must live
not only with you
but with your sons.
Then will the tone
that comes from your heart
in the ear of your son
and live on
in the people,
and your son's life's blood,
oozing out of his heart,
will run down your body
and live on
in this piece of wood.
But Wagadu will be lost because of it."
Gassire said,
"Wagadu can go to blazes!"
Gassire called his eight sons.
Gassire said:
"My sons.
today we go to battle.
But the strokes of our swords
shall echo no longer
in the Sahel alone,
but shall retain their ring
for the ages.
You and I, my sons,
will that we live on
and endure before
all other heroes
in the Dausi.
My oldest son,
today we two,
thou and I,
will be the first in battle!"
Gassire and his eldest son went into the battle ahead of the heroes.
Gassire had thrown the lute over his shoulder. The Burdama came closer.
Gassire and his eldest son charged. Gassire and his eldest son, fought as
the first. Gassire and his eldest son left the other heroes far behind them.
Gassire fought not like a human being, but rather like a Damo.
His eldest son fought not like a human being, but like a Damo.
Gassire came into a tussle with eight Burdama. The eight Burdama pressed
him hard. His son came to help him and struck four of them down. But one
of the Burdama thrust a spear through his heart. Gassire's eldest son fell
dead from his horse. Gassire was angry. And shouted. The Burdama fled.
Gassire dismounted and took the body of his eldest son upon his back.
Then he mounted and rode slowly back to the other heroes.
The eldest son's heart's blood dropped on the lute, which was also hanging
on Gassire's back. And so Gassire, at the head of his heroes, rode into Dierra.
Gassire's eldest son was buried. Dierra mourned.
The urn in which the body crouched was red with blood.
That night Gassire took his lute and struck against the wood.
The lute did not sing. Gassire was angry. He called his sons.
Gassire said to his sons,
"Tomorrow we ride against the Burdama."
For seven days Gassire rode with the heroes to battle.
Every day one of his sons accompanied him to be the first
in the fighting. And on everyone of these days Gassire earned
the body of one of his sons, over his shoulder and over the lute
back into the city. And thus on every evening, the blood of one of
his sons dripped onto the lute. After the seven days of fighting there
was a great mourning in Dierra. All the heroes and all the women wore red
and white clothes. The blood of the Boroma, apparently in sacrifice, flowed
everywhere. All the women wailed. All the men were angry.
Before the eighth day of the fighting
all the heroes and the men of Dierra
gathered and spoke to Gassire:

this shall have an end!
We are willing to fight
when it is necessary.
But you in your rage,
go on fighting
without sense or limit.

Now go forth from Dierra!
A few will join you
and accompany you.
Take your Boroma
and your cattle.

The rest of us incline
more to life than fame.
And while we do not
wish to die fameless
we have no
wish to die
for fame alone."

The old wise man said:
"Ah, Gassire!
Thus will Wagadu
be lost today
for the first time."

Gassire and his last, his youngest, son, his wives,
his friends and his Buroma rode out into the desert.
They rode through the Sahel. Many heroes rode with
Gassire through the gates of the city. Many turned.
A few accompanied Gassire and his youngest son into the Sahara.

They rode far: day and night. They came into the wilderness
and in the loneliness they rested. All the heroes and all the
women and all the Boroma slept. Gassire's youngest son slept.

Gassire was restive. He sat by the fire. He sat there long.
Presently he slept. Suddenly he jumped up. Gassire listened.
Close beside him Gassire heard a voice. It rang as though it
came from himself. Gassire began to tremble. He heard the
lute singing. The lute sang the Dausi.

When the lute had sung the Dausi for the first time King Nganamba died in the city Dierra;
when the lute had sung the Dausi for the first time, Gassire's rage melted; Gassire wept.
When the lute had sung the Dausi for the first time, Wagadu disappeared-for the first time.
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Wagadu disappeared for seven hundred and forty years. Nobody could find a trace of her, and hardly anyone could remember her except for the bards. There lived an old king named Mama Dinga. Mama Dinga said that for Wagadu to be found again, the magical drum of Dyabe which was called "Tabele" must be found and beaten. But the Tabele was stolen by evil spirits who tied it to the sky. Mama Dinga had a slave whom he grew up. Mama Dinga's six sons treated his friend with great cruelty, but the king was old and blind and could not see this. When the slave would call them for supper, the oldest son would give the frail old man a kick in the posterior as did the other sons except for the youngest. You youngest son would politely tell the old bondsman "Hello" when meeting him, as a youth should to his elder. For fun, the oldest son would spit mouthfuls of water at the poor old servant. The second oldest would amuse himself by sprinkling the elderly man with used handwashing water. And the youngest son would provide the slave with extra food and feed him when his gnarled hands would shake. Alas, the sagely king could not see these things. Mama Dinga would recognize his eldest boy by the hairiness of his arms and the iron rings he wore around them. King Mama Dinga would rub the arms of his son and sniff his familiar scent from his robes. When the time came for Mama Dinga to die, he told his servant to bring forth his oldest son so his majesty could tell him what he saw fitting. The elderly slave was instructed to bring him at midnight. The bondsman entered the chambers of the eldest son and was kick a brutal kick in the ribs for his trouble while the youth laughed with a voice full of sadism. Having put up with such abuse for years, the old man turned and went to the room of the youngest son, Lagarre. "My son, could you don your older brother's arm rings and gown?" asked the old slave. "Yes, dear uncle" said Lagarre.
"Your father is old and blind" the bondsman continued: "He identifies your eldest sibling by his hairy arms, his arm rings, and the smell of his robes. Your father has sent me to summon him, but his cruelty has proved too much for me. So in his stead, I shall send you my boy". Lagarre butchered a goat and wore the hide over his arms. He then went to his older brother and asked for his gown and arm rings. "I have a man who owes me money, and I wish to look as regal and intimidating as possible to obtain my payment." said Lagarre. "Very well, take them if you need to show some commoner the power of the royal clan" said the oldest brother with a twisted smirk. "Go to my wife for them" he added. Lagarre obtained the clothes and met the bondsman at midnight. The bondsman brought Lagarre to the chamber of the king and said "Here is your oldest son, my liege.". The king felt his arms and smelled his clothes before smiling. "My child, to the left of the river stand four great trees. At their feet will be nine jars. If you wash yourself with river water poured from the jars and roll in the dirt of the river bank, you shall always have many followers. When you have washed in the jars you shall be able to speak the secret language of the spirits, and you shall also speak the tongue of the birds and beasts. Ask the spirits where the Tabele is and there you shall find Wagadu.". Lagarre set off at once on his quest. He followed the instructions of his father and gained the power to speak the tongue of the spirits as well as the tongue of the birds and beasts. The next day at breakfast, the sons of Mama Dinga were asked by their father "Have you done as I have told you?". The oldest son was perplexed, "told me what father?". The king said "nonsense, you heard my words last night". But the son insisted he heard nothing. Finally, the bondsman revealed what he had done and told of the cruelty of the oldest sons.
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"Even if they had enough wits to find Wagadu they would destroy it if they ruled. If you wish to kill me your grace, I will not resist" the bondsman finished. Mama Dinga's glazed and white eyes looked as thoughtful as he contempled for a few moments before turning to the eldest son. "Boy, you shall study the ways of the wizard and become a rainmaker" he said. Meanwhile, the spirits sent their emissary to Lagarre. The spirit told Lagarre "In the bush there is something seven years older than I". Lagarre asked "who is that?". The spirit said it was Kuto, a magical white lizard. Lagarre asked "In which forest can Kuto be found?". And the spirit showed him where to find him. Lagarre spoke to the lizard in the tongue of the animals and asked "Where is the Drum of my fathers? Where is the Tabele?". Kuto asked "Who are your people?". Lagarre said "I am Lagarre, son of king Mama Dinga". The lizard flicked out its purple tongue and continued, "Who is your grandather?". Lagarre said he did not know but the Lizard said "Very well, I do not know you but I DO know king Dinga. I do not know Dinga but I DO know his father Kiridjo. Yet there is someone even older than I: Turume the jackal.". Lagarre asked "where is he?" and the lizard pointed with his tongue. Lagarre brought his soldiers to the forest and met Turume. The jackal asked "Who are you?". Lagarre said "I am Lagarre, son of Mama Dinga, son of Kiridjo". The jackal tilted its head and said "I do not know you, or Dinga, or Kiridjo, but I know his father Kiridjotamani. I am old but there is one even older than me: Koliko the vulture." And the jackal provided the instructions to find him. Lagarre was patient and was aked of his fathers, and told of them to Kiliko. Kiliko said "I do not know you, or Dinga, or Kiridjo, or Kiridjotamani, but I DO know where the Tabele can be found." Lagarre was overjoyed to hear this, but the bird continued. "I am too old and weak to show you the Tabele, you must make me strong again."
You seem butthurt OP has better stuff than you do.
And so Lagarre stayed with him for several days. Feeding him the hearts and livers of a young donkey and horse each morning, and the rest each evening. At last the vulture could fly again for Lagarre's kindness paid off, and he flew high, high, high up to where the spirits tied the Tabele. But he was not strong enough to break the bindings. Returning to Lagarre, he asked for three more days of feeding. And when this was done he was strong enough to return the Tabele. Koliko warned: "Lagarre, you musn't beat the Tabele for two full days now that you have it, on the third day you must then beat it and Wagadu shall return. And Lagarre waited patiently before finally beating the giant drum. And Wagadu reappeared more splendid than before in all her majesty.
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>>look at me ma I can post the reaction images!
Oh woe is me, to be struck down by such a finely honed wit.
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And Koliko said to Lagarre: "When you come to Wagadu, you shall meet the serpent Bida to whom your ancestors gave 10 virgin girls each year. In return for these gifts the snake made it rain pure gold three times per year and made Wagadu wealthy beyond imagination.". Lagarre asked him "Must I also sacrifice girls as king?". Koliko said "When you meet him, he will make you the offer he made king Dyabe. You will haggle the number down to just one maiden per year.". And Lagarre strode to the main gate of Wagadu, which was had a coiled black snake guarding it the size of a hill. Bida awoke and said "who are you?" and so Lagarre recited the names of his forefathers until he reached Dyabe. "Ah, said the serpent which flicked out its tongue. You are of the Cisse clan yes? Then in return for your city and wealth I want ten virgin girls to swallow up whole" it said licking its lips. Lagarre haggled with the monster until they agreed on only one girl. "So be it" said Bida, who slithered into the deep cavernous well at the center of the city, sealing the pact....

There were four highly respected men in Wagadu: Wagana Sako, Dajabe Sise, Damangile, and Mamadi Sefe Dekote (Whos name means "he who speaks little". Wagana Sako was a very jealous and proud man, and so he surrounded his court with an enormous wall with no doors. The only way in was to jump with the legendary horse: Samba Ngarranja. Wagana Sako guarded his horse as jealously as he did his wife. He never let his horse mate for fear that the foal would gain its sire's jumping ability and enter his court at will. Mamadi Sefe Dekote had a mare, who he bred with Samba Ngarranja in secret because Wagana Sako was his nephew. When the foal was three years old it could make the jump. While Wagadu went to war, Mamadi snuck back into the city and jumped his pompous nephew's great wall. He spoke to Wagana's wife and rested his head in her lap.
Butthurt? Not really, anyone can mine mythology for ideas, and personally african mythology is shittier compared to the sorts of mythologies that eurasia and the americas possess.

Furthermore, anyone who enjoys confusing their fellow players or the GM actually IS being a disruptive little cock weasel.
And why should any mythology be better than the rest?
Wagana Sako returned home early and noticed the strange horse tied up in his court. He waited near a window with his weapons ready when I heard his wife and Mamadi confess their fear of him. Wagana left in frustration, for in mande culture it is un-chivalrous to attack or challenge a man who has confessed his fear. Wagana returned to battle then, and did not know who the mystery man with his wife was. Mamadi returned to war as well and did not know of Wagana's presence. Late one evening a bard was singing when Wagana plucked his lute and sang "Last night I heard one word and had I not heard it Wagadu would have been destroyed" (The word was fear). Mamadi then plucked a string and sang "Had anyone heard what was said last night Wagadu would have been destroyed but nobody heard". And the people of Wagadu sang "Let us return to the paradise of Wagadu, for if we argued before a campaign it would spell doom". And so they all returned to Wagadu. And soon the people began to say "The next firstborn girl will be fed to Bida". The girl's name was Sia Jatta Bari. She grew to be a gorgeous girl, the fairest in all the land. Even to this day people pray for their girls to be as lovely as Sia Jatta Bari. Her very name became a compliment to any lady. Her lover became Mamadi Sefe Dekote. The people said "Will Wagadu ever again have a girl as stunning as Sia Jatta Bari?". And Mamadi was proud to have such a lover. One night she came to see him, although she never permitted a man to touch her sexually and she rested with him. She said "All companionships must end". Mamadi was confused as to why she would say that. "Why do you say such things?" he asked. And she said "I am to be Bida's next offering. He will coil his vile body around me and pull me into his lair before savoring me with his tongue and swallowing me whole". Her lover stood up and said "That will never happen! Wagadu may rot before I let something happen to you! I will not allow it!".
Sia Jatta Bari said "Do not make such a fuss my love. It is my destiny, and Wagadu would be ruined if I we did not obey the serpents pact. I am to be a bride of Bida, violated and eaten." In fury, Mamadi Sefe Dekote spent the next day sharpening his sword frantically. He made it so sharp that a seed could be dropped onto the blade and be split in half. The people of Wagadu dressed Sia Jatta Bari lavishly like bride and formed a long procession to the serpent. Mamadi Sefe Dekote rode calmly to the well as part of the procession. Bida would traditionally bob his head out of the well three times before seizing his fresh victims. Mamadi stood close to the well. And as Bida's head rose for the first time, the people began to mourn and shout "Farewell beautiful Sia Jatta Bari!". The monster raised his head again and they chanted louder and more rhythmically. And once more Bida revealed his head and poised to seize the girl when brave Mamadi drew his sword as the huge beast lunged at his beloved and sliced its head clean off. Everyone stood in shock as the head soared through the air like an eagle. The head was motionless for a few moments and spoke. It hissed "For the next seven years, seven months, and seven days may it never rain gold in Wagadu. And the head rose up and flew like a meteor out of the sahel region and into the rainforests of west africa. The people of Wagadu had grown greedy and nasty and pursued Mamadi for this, but Mamadi whistled for his horse and lept on with Sia Jatta Bari and fled to the town of his mother just north of the Niger river: Sama-Markala. Mamadi's horse ran like a lightningbolt, but he soon discovered his nephew's prize steed gaining on them as they were the two fastest of all horses. Just as they were corned Wagana Sako got off his horse, approaching his uncle with his spear in hand. He threw the spear into the ground and said "Run my uncle! I will not hurt you, for we are family and fellow men."
Mamadi and Sia thanked him and fled. When they were gone, Wangana turned to the rabid people who came both on horseback and on foot. "Help me pull out my spear, I hurled it at my wretched cousin but he escaped.". When the men of Wagadu caught up with Mamadi, safe in his mother's town. She faced them alone and said "Go! Leave my son in peace you greedy people! You should be ashamed of yourselves!". She knew the entire story and shamed them all into leaving. But not before thanking her grandson Wangara. Later on, Mamadi had come into the habit of giving Sia Jatta Bari about 1000 francs worth of gold every morning when she went out. In spite of everything, she refused to let him kiss her, or hug her, or marry her, or confide in her, or anything else really aside from giving her his money. Considering the golden rains were gone, he ran out quickly. And she had no use for him anymore. She came to him and said "I have a headache, cut off your little toe and I'll feel better". Mamadi loved her so he did as she asked. She then said "It still hurts, cut off your pinky and I'll feel better". And Mamadi did so out of infatuation. Later on she sent him a message: "I only love people with ten fingers and ten toes, thanks for the gold -Sia Jatta Bari." And when Mamadi got this message he was furious! He went to an elderly sorceress for help. "Whatever can I help you with young man?" Mamadi said "I am sick with rage for how I was treated. For Sia I killed Bida. For Sia I cursed Wagadu. For Sia I fled my home. For Sia I gave my gold. For Sia I cut off my pinky. For Sia I cut off my little finger. And now she says she only loves people with ten fingers and ten toes?! I am sick with rage". The old woman clicked her tongue and said "No worries, give me a box of hemp." And when he gave it to her, the marijuana turned to gold. "I shall take this as payment" she said. She then said "If I can give you a magic substance, can you get it onto her head?".
A better question would be why shouldn't a given set of mythologies be better then others? I mean I hate to break this to you, but this shit is honestly only interesting to you because it's something you haven't encountered before, and most of the stuff here can also be found elsewhere.
Mamadi Sefe Dekote had been given a magic substance the consistency of butter. He went to the greatest hairdresser in town named Kumbadamba. Mamadi asked her if she would put the magical butter into Sia Jatta Bari's hair, offering what little gold he had left and she agreed. As Kumbadamba did her hair he added the butter and Sia jumped up. "Mamadi must be calling me" she said. "What do you need big brother? she said giggling (In the soninke tongue big brother is a term of deep endearment). "Nothing" Mamadi said. This happened three times until the hair treatment was done. Finally she came back to him and said I wish to marry you Mamadi Sefe Dekote, my one true love. Mamadi said very well but asked her to first meet him at his house at midnight. Mamadi Sefe Dekote then found the most wragged, hunchbacked, overweight, and ugly slave he could find and dressed him in finery and tld him to go to his bedchamber. The one thing Mamadi asked was that he stay silent, threatening death if he did not stay silent and have sex with her in every filthy and degrading way he knew how. The slave agreed, being able to make love to Sia Jatta Bari was no chore. And that night Sia arrived at Mamadi's house where his servants and slaves showed her his room. Unable to control herself she shouted "Big brother! and tore off their clothes as she gave herself to the slave named Bali. The next morning Mamadi entered the bedroom dressed in his slaves clothing with a wide grin on his face. "Bali! Why have you not tended the horses yet!" And Bali answered grinning: "Dear god master, I did more than enough hard work last night with the most lovely woman in the land!" Sia Jatta Bari was awake by now and she turned to the digusting slave and looked down at her body and the sheets. She sat there shaking and not speaking before she turned to Mamadi and said "Big brother you pay back well". And she stayed in the house the entire day before crawling back to her home at nightfall. She died of shame.
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Annallja Tu Bari was the daughter of a prince. Everyone who saw her was impressed with her tremendous beauty and wisdom. Many noble men sought to marry her, but she always demanded that each would do something that they would not be willing to do. The woman's father was the ruler of the town where Annallja Tu Bari lived; and of many smaller villages as well. In a dispute with a neighboring ruler, the father lost the town. The sorrow that followed caused the father to die. Annallja now demanded that every suitor win back the lost town, and that they conquer an additional 80 towns as well. Years passed, and no one was able to meet her demands. Annallja grew more beautiful every year; but she grew steadily more melancholy as well. All of her servants and citizens followed her example, and laughter was not heard in her dominion. A neighboring prince had a son named Samba Gana. As was customary in his land, when Samba Gana left the home of his father to seek a land of his own. He took with him his tutor Tararafe; and as they traveled, Samba Gana was filled with joy and laughed often. They came to a town and challenged the prince who ruled it. They conquered the town, and when the defeated prince pled for his life, Samba Gana said: You can keep your town, it means nothing to me. As Samba Gana traveled on, he fought one prince after another and was victorious in every battle. Always he said: : You can keep your village, it means nothing to me. Finally Samba Gana had conquered all of the princes in the region; but had no land of his own. He always returned what he had won, and continued on, laughing on his way.
Ah there you go.

> I mean I hate to break this to you, but this shit is honestly only interesting to you because it's something you haven't encountered before, and most of the stuff here can also be found elsewhere.

It's new for most of us.
And that's why it's interesting.
Thank you for your autism.
One day while he was camping by the river, his tutor sang a song of the beauty and loneliness of Annallja Tu Bari: Only he who conquers eighty villages can win Annallja Tu Bari and make her laugh. After hearing the song, he sprang to his feet, and commanded his servants to ride immediately to the land of Annalja Tu Bari. The company rode day and night for many days to reach the town. Samba Gana was entranced with the woman's beauty; and saw that she did not laugh as he did. Annalja Tu Bari gave Samba Gana the names of the 80 towns she required; and Samba Gana set off at once to win the woman's love. He left Tararafe his tutor with Annalja Tu Bari to sing to her the stories of his master; and of his many conquests. Samba Gana journeyed across the countryside conquering one prince after another. After each conquest, he commanded the defeated prince to travel to Annalja Tu Bari; and to tell her that the town was hers. Soon the eighty princes; and many more; had reported to Annalja Tu Bari, and she ruled over them all.
Samba Gana returned to Annalja Tu Bari to tell her that all she had wished for was now hers. Annalja Tu Bari said: You have indeed performed an amazing task. Take me, I'm yours. Samba Gana said: I will not marry you until you laugh. Annalja Tu Bari replied: At first I could not laugh for the pain of my father. Now, I can not laugh because of my hunger. When Samba Gana asked how he could cure her hunger, Annalja Tu Bari replied that he must conquer the snake of Issa Beer, which causes plenty in one year, and famine the next. No one has ever dared to attack the serpent replied Samba Gana; but because of my love for you, I will attack and defeat him. Samba Gana set out on a long journey. He traveled through one village, and then another. He journeyed further and further up the banks of the great river, but still he found no serpent. After many days had passed, Samba Gana found the serpent; and a tremendous battle followed. At first Samba Gana seemed to be defeating the serpent. Then the serpent would appear to be the victor. The struggle continued for days, and months, and years. For eight years Samba Gana battled the serpent. During this time, mountains collapsed and earthquakes created giant chasms. Samba Gana broke eighty swords; and had only one sword left. At the end of eight years he conquered the serpent, and gave the final blood stained sword to Tararafe saying: Return to Annalja Tu Bari; give her the sword; and tell her that the serpent has been defeated. I want to know if she will laugh now.
Tararafe returned to Annalja Tu Bari and gave her the message. The woman told the tutor to bring the serpent to her so that it might be her slave, and lead the river to her country. Only then, said Annalja Tu Bari, will I laugh. The tutor returned with these words to his master. Samba Gana answered: the woman asks for too much. He took up the bloody sword, plunged it into his heart, laughed once more, and he died. Tararafe took the sword, mounted his horse, and returned to Annalja Tu Bari. He reported to the woman: Here is the sword of Samba Gana. It holds now the blood of both the serpent and of Samba Gana. Samba Gana has laughed for the last time. Annalja Tu Bari called on all of the princes and chiefs who were gathered in her town. Together they rode their horses day and night until they came to the place where Samba Gana had died. Annalja Tu Bari commanded: This prince was greater than all that have come before him: build him a tomb that will tower far above those of every other chief and prince and great warrior. The tremendous work began. The workers numbered eight times eight hundred. A giant pyramid rose from their labors. As time passed, this became the greatest tomb in the land. One evening as Annalja Tu Bari, the tutor, and the chiefs and princes ate together, Annalja Tu Bari proclaimed that now the tomb of Samba Gana was the greatest of the land. Annalja Tu Bari laughed. After laughing she commanded all of the princes and chiefs over whom she ruled to go and conquer as Samba Gana had done. She then laughed again, and she died. The people mourned the death of Annalja Tu Bari; and she was placed in the tomb with Samba Gana. The chiefs and princes then all rode away. Each journeyed in a different direction, and fought to create great kingdoms of their own.

So ends what we know of the ancient Dausi.
Oh so something has to be new to you for you to find it interesting? Maybe you should consider mythology from china, korea, japan, the americas, or hell even ethiopia before you waste your time with the backwater superstitions of an incredibly backwater region of the earth.
Ethiopia is part of sub saharan africa. I've studied comparative mythology and enjoyed legends from around the world.

If you despise Africa and its stories so much then why are you even posting in this thread?
Technically, it's East Africa. The Ethiopians, especially the Amharas, used to be considered part of the Caucasoid Race.
Ethiopia is the one exception though, and is the also the one part of sub-saharan africa that had trade contacts with the outside world for most of it's history.

>>If you hate it so much why are you here?
I see no reason why a thread about a thing should only have people who like said thing within it.
East Africa is sub saharan africa. Sub saharan literally means below the sahara.
Name one ethiopian legend that isn't based on the bible.
Plus what this guy said>>38394135
Ethiopia is more of an east african state then a sub-saharan one.
>>Name one ethiopian legend that isn't based on the bible.

>>Implying that a religion produced by thousands of years of syncretism isn't better then the superstitions of backwards hicks who made buildings out of mud.
Again . East Africa is sub saharan.

North Africa is not
I asked for a legend. This thread is about stories.

If you want to hate blacks take it to /pol/.
Apart from Benin, Songhai, Mali, Great Zimbabwe, the Kilwa Sultanate, the Ajuran Sultanate, the Adal Sultanate, the Sultanate of Mogadishu, the Warsangali Sultanate, etcetera.
Honestly? Threads like this are part of the ongoing tumblrfication process of /tg/, and should be opposed by anyone who doesn't have some stupid obsession with opposing so called "white privilege" and also doesn't have some weird fetish for so called "Persons of Color".
World building is tumblr now?

Are you mentally ill?
Yes. Fantasy should only take place in pseudomedieval europe, and we should all work hard on being completely ignorant about anything outside that framework.

You don't want to be associated with tumblr by knowing about places other than Merry Old England, do you anon? Do you?
Well, it was a nice thread while it lasted OP, but now the low-class trolls have moved in. Best to just let them sit in their own filth.
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>>Muh /pol/ boogieman
Tumblr is right the fuck over there dude, you'll get plenty of people interested in this shit there.
Oh please, you act like slavic mythology doesn't exist, or Norse, Greco-Roman Celtic, Turkic, Persian, Arab, Mesopotamian, East Asian, etc etc, and that's just Eurasia and not even all of it really.
You know it's true. Does anyone shit up east asian or europe world building threads?
Of course they do, they just use different tactics and talk about different things. This is 4chan, EVERYTHING gets shat on.
The first 4 are all european.
Post proof. Literally nobody goes into asia threads and screams about how everything asian sucks for no reason .
True, but most of them have significant elements in them that are not typically represented in the standard western fantasy setting. Slavic mythology in particular is almost completely unknown in most of the "west" accept for the Witcher series of novels and the computer games derived from those novels.
All those mythologies do indeed exist, but knowing anything about them or, heaven forbid, using them in your worldbuilding is part of the tumblrification process under the auspices of the Great Social Justice Druid Conspiracy, because they are FOREIGN.
Farage was right!
Refer to >>38393119
>Any part of africa that is south of the sahara is utterly unsuitable for an rpg campaign. Furthermore, your use of african mythology to "confuse" the GM and or your fellow players sounds like a rather poor cover for you being a tiresome tumblrina faggot.
>a tiresome tumblrina faggot.

This argument literally started with 'muh tumblr boogeyman.' If that's considered acceptable, then telling you to go back to /pol/ is too.
So what does that have to do with anything? I've played slavic influenced worlds before,now I'm making one based on Africa. Why is that a bad thing?
I don't really post in asian threads enough to know much about them, but I can tell you that traditional tolkienesque fantasy gets shat on all the time, so does vancian casting.
Less about foreign more about the trivial and idiotic beliefs of a backwater that has had no real influence on the outside world have no place next to the mythologies of places that have.
It's not because Tolkienesque stories are european, it's because of cliches (most of which never existed in the actual Tolkien mythology.

Nobody goes "fucking european faggots,worthless place to even consider for an RPG"
Interesting stuff, OP.

That's because Slavic mythology was forgotten and had to be reconstructed from folklore which had gone through christianization. It's made up.
All myths are objectively idiotic. You just have it out for black people.

The point of fantasy is escape into fun worlds of lost histories and myths
Tumblr bullshit would be chastising people for not knowing about African mythology. And they'd probably call this cultural appropriation.
Why did you feed the trolls?
They still get shit on though, because again, this is 4chan. I assure you that a website full of african nerds would have sentiments akin to "fucking eurofags gtfo".
How? He's taking stories not generally known and rehashing them into something exotic and fresh with nobody the wiser.

What does that have to do with overweight feminists?
OP you are totally not a faggot. Congragulations for a great thread; respect
Not really. Ghanaweb is slower than Nairaland but we have generally positive opinions on europeans.
That makes zero sense and has nothing to do with world building.

We get it, you hate blacks. What is your purpose in this thread?
Chan sites are not the same thing as the internet at large, and if the average person on the Ghanaweb likes europeans than it is practically certain that your equivalent of 4chan is full of contrarian assholes who hate whitey just as much as the average /pol/lack hates blacks/jews/sjws and whatever other group that they have a hateboner for.
...Even the English?
Wasn't their a form of Siberian Black Shamanism that had a concept that was functionally CHIM via The Elder Scrolls?
How about you just stop replying to him?
So why does this matter when you are building a world based upon mythology from that region? It's simply inspired by that region. You can inspired by a region without aping it word for word which means in this instance, he could choose to create a setting where this region is in fact relevant and not worthless.

So the question from there is, why does making a setting inspired by that region of Africa have to be completely worthless, just like real Africa is in your point of view? We frequently see fantasy settings that contain enlightened and altered versions of medieval Europe, so why not an enlightened and altered version of that region of the world?
Damn, everyone on both those websites seems to have perfect grammar. The topics of discussion seem to be about the same as those we had on our 90s discussion forums too, girls, sports, life issues, religion etc
My purpose here is to chastise you for preferring the mythology and beliefs of backwards losers from an incredibly backwater region of the world and not the mythologies of more successful cultures.

You are literally the /tg/ equivalent of some san fran douche that only listens to alternative bands because he hate "popular" music from bands that "sold out" to the "man".
Wait, so all those slavic fantasy threads have been lying to us?
Especially the English.

They were worthy opponents to fight. And didn't rape us like the Belgians raped Congo. All in all it was a smooth transition.
Not exactly, that guy is almost certainly a tiresome christfaggot, or at least someone who buys into christfaggot propaganda.
Oh, you guys!
Well now that you put it that way your argument makes more sense. But tell us what is wrong with using African mythology besides, HURR DURR it's loser backwards.
The folklore is fine, it's the stuff about the gods: Veles, Perun, the various Bogs, etc which is very controversial. Pre-christian details about them are zero. But the stuff about the water spirits and witches is safe.
Are you mentally deficient? You don't determine what's enjoyable.

And obviously I understand my lore better than you do yours.
Cool, thanks for the clarification.
Why does the success of a nation matter in this regard? We are talking about mythology. You can have interesting and fascinating mythology without having a particularly successful empire.

I mean, in the grand scheme of things, vikings did absolutely fuck all other than bully Britain before they eventually got converted to Christianity. Yet how much interest is there in the mythology of these backwater raiders? A fucking ton, I tell you. So why can't people find the mythology of West Africa entertaining and appealing even if those regions weren't home to successful empires?
Why the fuck do you care so much about the beliefs of losers exactly?
Why the fuck do you care so much about hating them, I'm not OP nor anyone who was in the start of this thread.
Due to the fact that they are subjectively interesting. Why should we not care about the beliefs of a certain section of humanity?

Stop trying to regulate what people are allowed to try and enjoy. The success of a nation has absolutely no correlation with the quality of its mythology.
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>another Africa thread ruined
Hell, the Australian aboriginals are probably the people with the least influence on the outside world, yet the Dreamtime mythos is incredibly interesting, if purely for it's sheer difference from everything else.
Why does anyone care about anything? People like you don't value anything for its own sake.

Why do you browse a board for grown losers playing pretend with anime?
Dude, the norse built two of the most successful european dynasties, laid the foundation for the first large organized russian kingdom, were exceptional explorers and all of europe was fucking terrified of them. The fact that thev gradually christianized doesn't change that. Furthermore, it was the lingering heritage from there polytheist beliefs that allowed them to be such successful conquerors.

I mean, my own bias is with the polytheist romans, but the norse were a bit more then just raiders.
Aboriginal mythology is nothing more then the drug and sun baked brain farts of delusional morons.
The same could be said of Mesopotamian and Abrahamic mythologies.
Every single time.

And I don't blame /pol/ either.

Because we had thorough and in depth discussion on the topic years ago while /pol/was still here.

One concept we fleshed out was possession magic kinda like shaman king.
You guys thought we were mutilating your war dead,but we were actually opening them up to set their spirits free...still fucked up but it was out of respect.
That's wrong, sadly.

The Norse, while they could still be identified as such, didn't produce any dynasties of any value until well after they converted to the culture and religion of the rest of Europe. Yes, Europe was scared of them due to the fact that they were unaffiliated raiders they had little to no control over but that was about it. As for laying foundations, that doesn't matter as any true Russian kingdom only existed as an entity after the region adopted Christianity.

The Norse did very little until they converted to Christianity and abandoned their old traditions. Doesn't mean they didn't have interesting mythology.
At least the Africans were honest that they used drugs, in the bible they never tell us what Abraham was smoking.
Wanting to kill your son must have been one hell of a bad trip.
I don't know, there is a entire board who worship Hitler, maybe you should ask them.
Well, moises was smoking something from a burning bush no? And after that didn't he got prophet powers or something?
Abraham definitely went on a trib, but Moses, I'm not so sure, I don't think you can mass hallucinate a rain of frogs, of course, the answer there is aliens, so glad that cleared thing up.
Uh no. Conversion to xtianity does not eliminate the underlying culture that was partially created and maintained by the prior religion. There's a reason why the Normans were some of the most effective knights in Europe, why the Kievan Rus were one of the most potent states in the far east of Europe, and there is also a reason why the xtianity of the late roman empire was very different from the xtianity of jesus and his contemporaries.
What, you can't say Jesus's name in vain? Bible thumper confirmed
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Did I just hear someone say Benin?

Benin armour looks fantastic.
lol no, I'm just a lazy fucker, and xtianity takes less time to type then christianity.

I could call it christfaggotry if you want, but that takes too long as well.
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The Tlingit ones are cooler.
>Oh no, he's using stories in an unfamiliar style

You must be the worst person to play with, nothing can do anything new with you.

Would play with OP waaaaay before you. Foreign traveller with strange tales of his home-land is interesting.

>You don't just make up some shit to help fluff out your character
What is wrong with you. How do you actually play roleplaying games. Surely you make up a backstory and tales from where you came from?
They worshiped midgets like gods. I can't laugh because we thought elephants are our reincarnated kings and chiefs.
It does make more sense to worship something as powerful and strong as an elephant than a short bloke.

Unless that short bloke's Peter Dinklage.
When our ancestors were tribals, they had bodyguards than sweared migthy oaths to bind themselves to they chiefs, part of the oath was to kill themselves after a year and one day of the dead of his employer, and in that time they had to kill the perpetors of the dead of his boss. So, any tradition like that were you live?
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hands down best info dump of the month
have a king for your efforts
So, did you guys tame the elephants or something?
>Taming African Savannah Elephants
Pretty unlikely.
>Fantasy setting
>Turns out is true

And his Adermtus Pachstartes.
You're trying too hard. Tone it down some.
But you are the one using this word.

OP says they find it interesting.

As we only have one point of view to report on the situation and no reason to doubt his reliability, it is the one we take.

Thus, Anon, you can see you are in fact the disruptive faggot.
They did employ them in the congo, using Indian mahouts to get timber.
...Well it is more unique.

I have never played with such a character in my party. I have played with many Europeans and Azns.

If there is less of something, it is more unique.

And sometimes something new can be cool. Not necessary better in essence, but cool. It's refreshing.

And if you don't want it you don't run it, I guess? Why should people not want to look at it.
>say the guy shitposting in a thread who is /tg/ related and not an obvious fetish bait, a quest or other shit like that.
Stop indulging his fantasy.
You mean goddamn evil dwarves that might give you magic, might eat your entire family behind your back.
Those were probably African forest elephants. Bush Elephants are notoriously aggressive and difficult to tame.
...So like cannibal Duergar?
>>...Well it is more unique.
Precisely the problem, you want to have something that fits your personal definition of unique, interesting and or cool. Not only are you fuckers the new speshul snowflakes, you're the new fucking weeaboo faggots too.
Holy shit that would be a radical campaign hook.
...important men would have their servants and beloved family members buried alive with them, or >>38394929
got strangled if they refused
lol nope. But we did bury them with full honors if they died.
Even dumber. We thought /think the souls of all our people are crammed inside of a golden chair.

A British governor said he was going to sit on it so we all went batshit and waged open rebellion against the British.

We think we won the war because our military objective was to keep the holy chair out of their hands and away from their bums.

Even the king can't sit on it.
Literally a golden god throne?

Holy shit that's amazing.
I dunno, I seen African Elephant tours in South Africa.
If you want to ride a African Bush elephants, it's 1.000 rands.https://elephantsanctuaryplett.activitar.com/services/1716
So is there a list of Ghanaian gods?
And we are the lords of this board now. You are no longer welcome.

Leave, cishet. This is now the territory of weeaboo tumblrite marty stu faggots. Become one of us or begone.
Well, only if you are 4 years or older.
Anansi's an Ashanti god, isn't he?
As far as I know, they're like a mix of dwarves and elves/fairies.

Follow very specific rules, and you can get great magic/power out of them.

Fuck up the specific rules about how to deal with them, and you're fucked.
Except instead of "OOOH YOU BROKE ELF LAWS NOW YOU'RE STUCK IN ELFLAND FOREVER!" they just eat you.
Isn't it the equivalent of the fox? The trickster animal than is so common around the world? Like the Coyote or Crow.
You're not entirely wrong. All over west africa we have these cognate hairy dwarves. They like caves and mountains in Mali, but in Ghana they love forests.

The black dwarves are cool and might kidnap you to teach you magic sometimes.

Red dwarves and white dwarves are sociopathic little fuckers who love stealing and tormenting people.

Their master is the evil forest god Sasanbosam.
Was Ghana the place where you eat the Albinos to get magic powers?
I think the Br'er Rabbit stories are based on him.

Yeah that right, in Ghana was when they buried them alive to get better luck in the Elections.
I should probably elaborate.

Okomfo Anokye was a priest, prophet, and co-founded the Ashanti empire. He was born with his hands clasped in prayer and when he opened them at two years old revealed two totem poles. He was sent by God to lead his clan. He performed miracles and became famous enough for his aid to be asked from the king Osei Tutu. The Ashanti waged a great war against the Denkyras who had oppressed them for ages, and with the help of Ankoye defeated their age old enemies. Ankoye summoned a golden stool for all the great chiefs and governers and kings to see from the sky. It contained the souls of all the Ashanti people and heralded the age of the Ashanti empire. Ankoye stuck his sword in the ground to show the eternal bond between his people and the Ashanti. It was said that nobody should cry for him when he died or he would never return to help the Ashanti for he entered the afterlife to gain the keys of death.
Not really. Off the top of my head there's Tano,Bia,Yaa Assasewaa, Sasambosam,and maybe Anansi. Read "the Twi speaking peoples of the Gold Coast ". Bear in mind it was written by a missionary so he got some stuff wrong. But he did a good job of cataloging our gods.
We considered him about as real as bugs bunny.

But the very oldest say our ancestor was a gigantic spider...
Not op but we Irish helped start off the whole best man thing...only back then best man was a merc you kept at your wedding to make sure daddy dearest couldn't stop you stealing/marrying his daughter and also to cover your arse as you get drunk at the reception.
We also came up with the wake, a.k.a. getting pissed as fuck after the funeral's over in memoriam.
You people project your fetish so hard it's not even funny.

You think not hating someone is the same as wanting to fuck them.
>You think not hating someone is the same as wanting to fuck them.
On /tg/ it is.
>Anansi set about capturing these. First he went to where Python lived and debated out loud whether Python was really longer than the palm branch or not as his wife Aso says. Python overheard and, when Anansi explained the debate, agreed to lie along the palm branch. Because he cannot easily make himself completely straight a true impression of his actual length is difficult to obtain, so Python agreed to be tied to the branch. When he was completely tied, Anansi took him to Nyame.

God of ruses.
I tought the Egyptains got that first.Or the greek with the cynocephalos (than was probably a baboon lel).
The irish let the fomorians near the daughters?
Anansi once killed a bunch of lion cubs while babysitting for a lioness. He made coats out of them and gave them to some monkeys as payment . Then he sang a song about dead lion cubs and and the lioness thought the monkeys did it.

Wanna hear the one about how Anansi accidentally killed everyone on earth including himself?

All Asia threads eventually suffer from the katana argument.
Maybe I spent too much time here, but I think Python wasn't a snake.
So, anyone in Sub-sahara Africa had chariots pulled be Zebras or something?

I'm not sure Sub-saharan Africa even had chariots. I do know they had (and have) the worst rivers of all time and dense, soul-shattering jungleland that can swallow a man whole and leave no traces.
They seems to have plenty of savanah, an ideal place to have your zebra chariots Rotschild style while hunting buffalos or gazelles.
>"Why was mankind able to tame horses but not zebras" is one of the longest standing questions in zoology
You tell me if they had zebra-pulled chariots.
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Well, we had Zebras pulling chariots.

Some parts had savannah, but that was mostly the border between the desert and the jungle.
If we do like the russians have done with the foxes, I think you could have fluffy zebras as riding partners in 50 years or so.

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Back in the beginning of the world,there was a famine in Ashantiland. The yam crop failed miserably and the hungry people cried out for Nyame to save them.

Anansi felt pity for humanity and climbed a web to the heavens.

Nyame gave him a load of food and made him shave his head bald to show he was his messenger. But the barber of heaven is an alcoholic who drank too much palm wine.

The shaving hurt like hell and Anansi brought the food down to earth. But next year was a drought and nothing grew. So Anansi repeated the painful process.

Then a third famine came and Anansi just ran away. He hid out at his mother's house (the earth goddess Asase Yaa/Aberewa). Nyame sent his anthropomorphic Cattle warriors to subdue Anansi, but Aberewa laughed and sent her magic sword against them. It fought with a will of its own. Aberewa left for a trip and told Anansi to leave her things alone.
But in case, "cool down "are the magic words to stop the sword.

Anansi (being Anansi) immediately began to play with the sword and said "fight". The sword cut down every tree and animal in the area. It then flew around the world killing everything on the planet.

Anansi forgot the safety word and got killed too.

God called Anansi retarded and brought everybody to life . And he turned the sword into this one thorny Ghanaian plant. It still cuts because Anansi forgot the words.
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Does anyone know what this is?
Well, meet Zack the Zebra.

White man.
Or a Ya-te-veo.
You'll find that most folk tales and myths take little heed of science or natural law, because the storytellers told them at a time before European rationalism.
And after European rationalism came around, homoeopaths were invented.
And then creationism happened.
Creationism is mainly a protestant think tough, and muslim, like the flat earth belivers..
Isn't that a Spanish/portuguese monster? It translate like I see you.
It's apparently from Madagascar. Probably a translation of a local name by the Portuguese.
the worst BBEG in African history, killed more that anyone else.
It's a Ya-Te-veo, a living tree that entangles foolish hunters and sucks all the blood from their bodies, leaving naught but a withered husk behind.
Is this thread un-shat again?
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>God called Anansi retarded and brought everybody to life

>God calling the trickster spirit in one of these stories retarded
>Finally that trickster spirit gets called what he is
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you say it like it's a bad thing
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Row row fight the powah
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>Black people being in a campaign? On MY /tg/? This must be the work of tumblr
You are basically doing the equivalent of going to an anime convention and then loudly proclaiming "I DON'T LIKE THIS"
You'd probably get more substantial replies if you posted anything of substance in the first place instead of soft trolling by pretending to be retarded, the weakest form of trolling.

It really is like I'm on /v/!
I think the moron left, so stop beating the dead horse and contribute more African lore.

I read recently that the Yoruba had a sort of "pope" or "religious high king" who resided at Ife and who nobody could look at directly, cause he was permeated with divine energy that could kill you. So when rulers had audiences with him, the Oni would stretch a single foot out from behind the curtains that hung before his throne, so that the supplicant would know he was paying attention.

After the Oni died, a group of special potters - pottery was a big deal for the Yoruba, who likely adopted it from the Nok civilization - would make a clay sculpture of the Onis face, which was then paraded around Ife so that people could see what the last Oni looked like.
Those busts show a very characteristic pattern of vertical striped on the face, which has been interpreted as either a very radical form of scarification, or as a veil made of pearls that was further meant to protect the world from the divinely-powerful face of the Oni.
Correction: they were actually bronze heads, the technique used to make them (lost wax technique) requires both a clay and a wax cast, though.
That makes me want to write a story where the Ya-Te-veo is a metaphor for lynching.
I was expecting it to turn into trolling at "Were I to be pierced by a big white cock..." Cool stories though OP.

It's why blacks in the US are so homophobic
They feel the ancestral geas that spells doom for them, doom from the big white cock.
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Bump for Africa, I just found this thread.

Old but still largely accurate overview of various African civilizations related.
Because he is trying to derail it. And its working. Do not take the bait, Jesus.
We've had "Check out these myths and legends from other regions of the earth." threads years before the tumblr/4chan beef started.
The Eze of the Igbo people served a similar role. He had zero military power, but could declare you an abomination against the earth goddess and damn you to wander as a spirit upon death instead of reincarnating or joining the ancestors.

Slavery was illegal in the holy land and any slave who set foot there was under his protection.
It was a godsend during the slave trade.

The peoples of southeast Nigeria and Cameroon were starting to adopt a secret script called Nsibidi that they at first used for rituals,then decoration, and eventually to relay information about court cases,love affairs, and war. The priests believed that the Baboons taught them.
Not bad. Civilizations were interesting enough such as Benin who needed more manpower and earth to build their walls than the pyramid of Cheops. The Portuguese were rather impressed, the Oba's palace alone was the size of the Dutch city of Haarlem. They described well kept apartments, gardens, public buildings, artwork, and organized roads.

Tribal groups like the Nilotes (those extremely tall and skinny dark skinned people from east Africa like the Masaai and Lupita N'Yongo ) are interesting too. Nilotes were in conflict with basically everyone for peculiar reasons.

They were hated by the Swahili and Arabs for liberating slaves (the practice made them sick), the Masaai in particular even sacked the Swahili cities in retaliation for it, the great lakes bantu kingdoms such as Rwanda, Burundi, and Buganda resented being conquered and ruled by what they saw as cowfucking barbarians, the Ethiopians hated their encroachments, and they were hated by both the Cushtic people (like somalis) and other Nilotes because they believed God gave them all the cattle on earth:it wasn't stealing, it was their birthright.

They say God gave the Bantu farm tools, the Nilotes cattle,and the Bushmen got nothing but arrows and desert.
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Nice bait, but Sub-Saharan Africa was heavily involved in the Indian Ocean trade network from the ninth to the eighteenth centuries, cities of stone and wood have existed in Africa for millennia, and iron working civilizations date back to the fifth century.

Good try, though.
>I read recently that the Yoruba had a sort of "pope" or "religious high king" who resided at Ife and who nobody could look at directly, cause he was permeated with divine energy that could kill you

The idea of a 'sacred' king or chieftain was quite common in Sub-Saharan Africa. Or course, first and foremost it should be kept in mind that Africa encompasses thousands of different groups and cultures each with their own beliefs, but there were certain ideas that popped up fairly frequently.

One belief that some cultures had was that the kings feet could never touch the ground for fear that his divine energy would burn through the soil and prevent anything from growing their again. Others so deeply tied the health of the king to the health and fertility of the land that he had to be without blemish and if he became chronically ill or disfigured he would actually be ritually smothered.

Meanwhile, in Central Africa - I unfortunately can't remember the exact details of the cultural group or groups that did this but I believe it was in the modern-day Congo region - whenever a chief died the entire village he ruled from would be converted into a shrine. Eventually there were hundreds of these monuments spread throughout the landscape and apparently a bunch of them are still around today.


>Tales state that gods, new to the crafting of things, made a terrible mistake in the Grootslang's creation

Holy shit, it's like Mad Scientists- The Mythology.

And yeah, there are a ton of dinosaurs supposedly running around Africa. It's interesting just how common it is in the cryptozoology of the continent.

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Good point

I remember a legend about the creation of humanity.

In the beginning, the creator made us all, all the animals and humans in the world, and he gave us all thirty years to live. He turned to dog and asked, "How do you like the life I have made you?"

Dog said, "I'm very sorry, great chief, but I live too long. At the end of my thirty years, I am tired, and I can no longer laugh and play as I once did. Could you take some time away from me, that I might die when I can still live freely?"

The creator was surprised, but acquiesced and took back twenty years from dog.

He turned to monkey and asked the same question, and monkey said, "Great lord of the heavens, I am sorry, but at the end of my life I am in such great pain. My hands ache, and my legs creak at night. My every movement is painful, and I cannot live as I once did. Could you take back some of your years?"

Again, the creator was surprised, but gave in to the request. He again took back twenty years.

He then turned to lion, and lion said that his life was too long, that he would grow forgetful at the end, and he would not be able to recall with any fondness his youth.

The creator was very disturbed, but he again gave in.

Finally, he turned to man and asked man how he liked his life. Man said, "It is too short, I have barely any time whatsoever. Can I not live longer in this life before I pass?"

So the creator gave man the twenty years of weariness from dog, the twenty years of aches and pains from monkey, and the twenty years of forgetfulness from lion. And so man lives the longest, in weariness, and in pain, and in forgetfulness.
Baww. Reminds me of the story of the old woman who searched for God to explain her suffering. She became the human heart that longs for purpose
anyone archive this yet? We need an 'alternative mythologies' tag for this and that great Arabian one.
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A good map of the ethnic and linguistic breakdowns in Africa.
Best flag ever coming through.
It certainly cuts to the point.
>tfw no Sheba gf
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>Ancient African legend
>First words out of a black kids mouth are "Where is my father."

You can't make this shit up.
Would you kek if I told you that the Nguni people were scared of man eating watermelons?
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Actually fuck, the funnier thing is their dad disappears and everyone is like: "Yup, we're a black family with a single mom and 6 kids. Business as usual."

Then the new kid is born and everyone is shocked by him actually wondering where the fuck his dad is.
The first thing I said after reading that post was "Where are my sides?"
Now I have to go on a quest across the savannahs to find the bones of my sides and conduct necromancy to it.

Sweet hell, Negros never cease to amaze me. I half expected you to finish your post with 'were followers of the mysterious Deity known as the Colonel.'
For those of you who would be hoping that Africa would have some kind of thing for Fried Chicken well sorry but no.

Fried Chicken came from Scottland.
That last line was absolutely perfect.
Are they any relation to the vampire pumpkins of eastern europe?
Doubtful. Evil melons were what happened when you slew an Ogre but didn't destroy the remains with fire.
What's a Ghanaian word for the equivalent of goblin and Elf (Bad spirit, good spirit)?
Who the fuck are you?
Spirits are Abosom.

Mmoatia are "dwarves " or "fairies"
>brothers gracch
>calling others plebeians

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