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>>28566866

>>28566866

Check out Spears of the Dawn.

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>>28566910

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>>28566866

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>>28566928
Dancers still count, r-right?

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>>28566950
Himba, not giving a fuck

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>>28566973
archers, man, best class there is

>>28567001
>token white

>>28567034
lal

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>>28567052

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Just gonna dump Osprey/Angus McBride first. Then mythological creatures.

>>28567001

Does that little white girl have eye makeup on?

You play hulu

You go around raiding other tribes for money and slaves to trade to arabs

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>>28567075
those little guy tho, never gonna get tired of them

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http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/18913499/

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/15233493/

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>>28567108
bang bang

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Can Berbers and Egyptians play too?

>>28567119

I'm tempted to post some b8 just to get more people in this thread

>>28567152

Huh?

>>28567147

Why don't you post some then

Also can we post some Voortrekkers

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>>28567152
please do

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>>28567175
Why not? They're just as african.

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>>28567188

>>28567167

Look at those proud black Egyptians. Fucking stormwinies always saying they were not black

>>28566866
Benin?

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>>28567221
lol hope you get a bite.

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>>28567215

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>>28567254

>>28567221
Fuck you! And stormsshits too. They were arabs!

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>>28567274
appropriate weaponry

>>28567303
Nice.

Highly recommend Guild Wars: Nightfall for anyone who wants some Africa & middle east themed vidya. Plus GW1 had awesome gameplay to begin with.

>>28567275
In fact they were neither. DNA samples from the pharaohs indicate haplogroup r1b.

Celts.

Make of that what you will.

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>>28567303
can I trust you to keep this thread alive for the next 8-9 hours? I kinda need to make the sleepy now

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>>28567324

Well my skin darkens in the sun but not that much. I don't think haplogroups should be trusted yet

>>28567324
>>28567324
What we really need is to do DNA analysis on commoners. There must be some preserved peasant or minor nobility which can be sequenced to see if the non-Pharaohonic classes were Berber or whatever.

Also, Nubians ruled a much reduced Egyptian empire during the 10th century BC, and it is concievable that ethnic shifts took place seeing as how Egyptian history is about 3000 years long.

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>>28567382
Whoops, Nubian

>>28567401

Yeah but they didn't mix that much and focused more on Nubia which is why you find pyramids in the Sudan today

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>>28567431

Forgot my pic

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>>28567401
I recommend the Egyptian exhibit at the Ashmolean in Oxford. It's a good walk through Egyptian history and features some ushabtis and sarcophagi with very, very 'black' features.

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Anybody ever heard of the Garamantes?

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Looks rather European to me.

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>>28567564

I see you read National Geographic too

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>>28567610

Nope

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>>28567660
Lost saharan berbers. Formerly thought to be a mere thorn in Rome's side. Had an empire which survived on oases sorta like the Nabeateans in arabia.

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>>28567720

That's pretty cool got a map of their turf

Since I don't quite get what's going on.

Who were the Benin? Which are their notable assets from the tabletop point of view?

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Anyone have more Boer pics?

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>>28567790
The people of Benin were called the Bini. They forged a mighty and wealthy state what is now Nigeria. This can do a better job of explaining than I can.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benin_Empire

I'm in a Scion game playing as a child of Shango.
I'm probably going to die before godhood; but it's been fun.

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>>28567792

Not from the 1800's those are hard to find and my google-fu sucks

>>28567833
So there was once a day when you really could meet a nigerian prince?

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>>28567846
lol Shango was a butthurt faggot who hung himself because nobody likes a roid raging king and everyone banished him. And somehow he becomes resurrected as a lightning god.

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>>28567860
Once upon a time.

>>28567918
All African gods have a story like that; the only god that is truly a dick is Eshu

>>28567401
There's about an 85% genetic continuity between the Egyptian Copts and ancient Egyptians, so one would hazard they looked like your regular old semites sans the hair and moustaches.

>>28567126

That bamboo armor is neat. I've always questioned why we didn't see more use of bamboo or wood for armor but I guess it's a matter of not enough visual depictions to let us pick up on that.

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The Impundulu is a bird from the mythology of Pondo, Xhosa and Zulu from Africa. The name translates as ‘Lightning Bird’. It is as large as a human and is coloured black and white. However some stated that the bird had red to green irredescent feather much like that of a peacock. It gets its name from its power to summon lightning bolts from its wings and talons. Sometimes the bird would transform into a handsome charming young man who seduced women. These women would become its victims as the bird ferociously killed them and sucked their blood.
The Impundulu was usually a Familiar or mythical pet to wizards and aided them in their work. Its flesh was used by the wizards to help track down thieves. Its fat was the most magical part of this bird as it was believed that the beast caused a fire after striking lightning with the power of its fat. If an Impundulu was caught its fat could be used to create powerful medicines. Damaging the nest of an Impundulu is thought to bring about a storm.
The only way to overcome an Impundulu is to attack at the moment its strikes lightning but none has ever succeeded in this. The beast lays its eggs underground at the place where it struck lightning. The eggs were sought after by people to procure or dispose of them.

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>>28568164
>Copts/Egyptians/Berbers
>Semites

>>28567581
Egypt was a major regional hegemon for thousands of years. You'd have to be retarded not to realize that Nubians or other Sub-Saharan people occasonally lived in Egypt. Anything from farm laborers to favored courtiers of the Pharaoh et al.

During a short period they even had Nubian pharaohs.

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The Yumboes are fairies that livebeneath the Paps hills, they come out at night to dance under the moonlight. They feast on large table served by partially invisible servants, only the hands and feet of these servant can be seen.

Yumboes are described as two feet tall translucent skin, white/silver hair, they eat the food that they steal from humans but also catch their own food themselves. Another name for them is Bakhna Rakna meaning good people as they are extremely friendly and often invite natives and foreigners to their feasts.

>>28568191
Vampire lightning ostriches.
Fucking radical.

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The Aziza are a beneficent fairy race from Dahomey. Living in the forest, they provide good magic for hunters although they can be quite shy at time. They are also known to have given practical and spiritual knowledge to people (including knowledge of the use of fire). They are described as little hairy people and are said to live in anthills and silk-cotton trees.

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The Abatwa a race of very small tiny fairies ride on ants and live amongst them. They were born when the nature spirit Vash’Nok cried and his tears fell to the earth. The tears burst and formed into this diminutive little people.
The Abatwa are very shy seclusive and can only be seen by children, pregant women and magic prationers.
The Abatwa are highly skilled hunters and warriors, they wield poisionous darts and arrows to protect themselves because of their size and if you were to step on one it could be a possible death sentence for you. Zulu myth.

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>>28568210
Your point?

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This is the kipinga.
You throw it at people who deserve it.

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The Wokulo are 3ft tall Dwarves who are vary hairy and have large heads and very annoying. However to most, the Wokulo are invisible and tend to steal food. They have a keen sense of alertness, are strong enough to defeat powerful wrestlers in a fight and are difficult to track. They also have the unique ability to see through walls and trees. Mali myth.

>>28568372

looks like a baboon

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Eloko (pl, Biloko) is a term in a Mongo-Nkundo language referring to a kind of dwarf-like creature that lives in the forests. They are believed to be the spirits of ancestors of the people living there. Legend has it that they haunt the forest because they have some grudge to settle with the living and are generally quite vicious. Biloko live in the densest and darkest part of the rain forest in central Zaire, jealously and ferociously guarding their treasures: the game and the rare fruits of the forest. Only intrepid hunters are said to enter the deepest forest and survive, because in order to be successful, hunters have to possess strong magic, without which they would never see any game at all. There are many tales about wives who insist upon joining their husbands in the forest only to faint as soon as they see their first Eloko. The Biloko live in hollow trees and are dressed only in leaves. They have no hair; only grass grows on their bodies; they have piercing eyes, snouts with mouths that can be opened wide enough to admit a human body, alive or dead, and long, sharp claws of which they rub their large potbellies to cast their evil magic. They possess little bells, which, in Central Africa are believed to be able to cast a spell on passers-by. Possessing an amulet, talisman or some type of charm can offer protection from this type of magic. Mongo myth.

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Isa Bere was a big dragon that lived in the mountains of Futa Jallon (Fouta Djallon). The dragon had a very large stomach and would drink from lakes and rivers. The dragon saw the river Niger and wanted quench its never ending thirst causing a drought in West Africa.

The young King Samba fearing for his people’s lived went to fight Isa Bere along with his bard Tarafe. The battle was long and painfully lasting 8 years, it is said that King Samba used over 800 swords and 80 spears. Eventually the dragon was killed by a blow to the heart with a long sword forged by the youngest son of a Blacksmith in the kingdom, thus releasing the waters of the Niger.

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The Inkanyamba is a legendary serpent rumoured to be liking in a waterfall lake area in near Piermaritzburg north forests, or at the base of Howick Falls, South Africa. The creature is described a large serpent with a head shaped like a horse, some have said it has large wings like a bird or even a bat. The Inkanyamba is mostly active during the summer months, and is believed that its anger causes the seasonal storms. Zulu myth

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The Ga-Gorib legendary monster of indescribable proportions who sat by in deep hole in the ground taunting anyone to cross the path to throw rocks at him. Whoever was duped into the taunts would throw stones at him but they would always miss and bounce of the walls and kill the passer-by
Legend has it that when the great hero Heitsi-eibib encountered the beast he declined the monster’s dare and when Ga-gorib was not looking, he threw a stone at the monster and hit it below its ear, causing it to fall into it’s own pit.
In alternate tales, Heitsi-eibib lured the monster from it’s pit and they fought around the hole until Heitsi-eibib fell in. The Ga-gorib took this opportunity to reek havoc among people. After a long struggle Heitsi-eibib manged to escape and fight the monster killing him threw him into it’s hole and sealing it forever.
The name “Gorib” suggests that is spotted but is not leopard but maybe resembles one. Khoikhoi myth.

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>>28568443

What is the dragon that used to eat elephants by drinking their all of their blood

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The Asanbosam is a vampiric creature that hides in the tree waiting for it’s prey to walk below so it can strike by hanging off the branches with it’s iron hook feet and biting its victim with sharp iron teeth.
The descirption of this creature is differs depending on where you are. The Asanbosam is desibes as a hairy beast with red eyes or a slim with crooked eyes and can pass as a human in the dark or that it has a long snake tail that it uses to distract its prey. However the iron hook feet and sharp iron teeth are always mentioned.
In Ghana, if a person mentions its name they are destined to bring bad luck to themselves and everyone around them! Ashanti myth.

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Aigamucha or Aigamuxa. Large man eating ogres with a mostly human like appearance that live in the dunes desserts. They have fangs of a bear and big hands and feet. They also have large eyes but not on their faces on their feet instead. Like with most ogres they are slow and can be easily fooled, especially when chasing its prey as it needs to stand on its hand and lift at least one foot in the air to see.

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llomba. A monster that is the creation of a sorcerer to attack it’s maker’s desired enemy. It appears as a regular seasnake to normal people but on the desired target it has the head of it’s creator.

The eyes of the Ilomba paralyses the victim with fear and bites it sucking the blood and devouring its soul that makes the Ilomba double in size. The sorcerer or witchdoctor collects these souls to use as zombies.

Because of it’s spirital and blood ties of its creator if the Ilomba is hurt so is the creator. If the Ilomba is killed the creator dies too, the witchdoctor who created it can destroy it but once it is destroyed the souls that the Ilomba killed will haunt the sorcerer forever. Lozi myth.

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Yehwe Zogbanu

A giant troll covered with 30 horns on his head and body and a deadly threat to hunters or anyone as it is extremely territorial and will kill and eat anyone trespassing. Dahomey myth.

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Ninki Nanka. The Ninki Nanka is a legendary creatures, as very few have seen it its description often varies but it said to resemble a komodo dragon. According to tradition the creature lived in the swamps and is extremely dangerous. In folk-tales children who get too confident and disoey their parents order to play in the swamp will be taken by the Ninki Nanka. The story of this swamp dragon has spread from tribe to tribe all over Africa. Gambian myth.

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Ikaki is a aquatic tortoise creature. It kills humans with its dance of death.

>>28568303
That is adorable

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Legends of Were-Hyenas can be found all over africa. From the Berbers in the north, to the Mande in the west, to the Somalis in the east, and even the Nguni in the south. Unlike werewolves, these evil witches shapeshift at will.

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Aido-Hwedo is a dragon that can cross both this world and the next and lives in the ocean but it is not the elephant eating dragon I'm looking for, does anyone know what I'm talking about

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In Zulu mythology there is a creature whose name is known to most Africans, this creature is the Tikoloshe. This mischievous and evil spirit is small in size and said to have an appearance similar to that of a teddy-bear only nastier in the sense that its head is that of a teddy-bear only it sports a thick and sharp bondy ridge that travels from the top of its forehead down to where the back of its head, they are believed to be insanely strong and that by using the ridge atop its head a Tikoloshe can knock down an ox. The Tikoloshe are created by shamans who use bodies of the deceased to wreak vengeance upon their enemies. This happened when the shaman removes the eyes and tongue of a full-sized corpse, before thrusting a heated iron rod into the skull so as to reduce its size to that of a small child, shortly after the shaman uses a secret powder to blow life and obedience into the Tikoloshe. No matter how the Tikoloshe is creature the price for bringing about such an entity includes the death of a family member within a year of its birth. Whilst the Tikoloshe is small in size they are believed to be able to create a great amount of havoc, whilst also enjoying plating terrifying tricks on school children, stealing milk, raping women and biting off a sleeping persons toes – because of the latter of these in certain regions of Africa it is not uncommon for people to have raised their beds on bricks about three feet above the ground

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>>28568746
Are you sure you're not thinking of the Emela-Ntouka? It's supposed to kill elephants.

>>28568781

No it looks like a giant snake, hides in trees and strangles elephants to death

There's an absurd number of mermaid and "little people of the forest" myths. Not to mention seemingly dinosaurlike creatures of the central african rainforest.

>>28568819
http://bestiary.ca/beasts/beast77.htm

Scroll down to the Pliny the Elder section. No particular name.

>>28568849
Wasn't there an African myth that said fish people taught early man how to talk?

Can't forget Zombies. The original kind. Dead bodies raised to serve a sorcerer. Easily recognized by the severed ears and nose.

>>28568899
Nommos from Dogon Mythology, yep. Loads of mermaid myths. The Songhai and Xhosa both recall wars with the Mermaids.

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The Swahili-speaking people of Kenya, Tanzania and Mozambique have a word for malevolent spirits: the Shetani – a borrow from the Arabic “Shaitan”, the Devil. The Shetani resemble crooked, distorted humanoids, with one arm or one eye, haunting and possessing humans and animals alike. They come in various forms, their ways always depraved and terrifying: the Ukunduka, feeding off sexual energies, or the infamous, bat-like Popobawa, violating its victims in their bed.

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Congo is and always will be terrifying

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The Ruins of Aksum

Ethiopia was home to the Kingdom of Aksum from around 100-940 AD. Aksum was a major center of trade, dominating the flow of ivory and other goods from the African interior to the North African coast and into Arabia.

They were also very talented builders. The ruins of the capital city, also called Aksum, are littered with ruins of ancient castles, royal tombs, and monuments. In particular they really liked intricately carved obelisks. The tallest obelisk ever record, at 110 feet, was erected in Aksum, and you can still see it today even though it has collapsed.

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The Grootslang is a dragon of South Africa from Boer lore; a 50-foot-long ancient serpent, green and metallic, known to devour elephants whole. It gathers diamonds, for which this region is famous, into its cave, and guards it jealously.

Any wizards or shamans of Note anon?
Like Gandalf or Abe.

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>>28569123

Later Ethiopian kingdoms were also quite good at construction. Under the Zagwe dynasty, King Lalibela commissioned the construction of 11 rock-cut churches in the town that now bears his name. They were built by finding a solid mass of rock in the ground, then digging a deep trench around it, carving it and hollowing it out as you went down, shaping the massive block into a building.

All eleven churches still stand today, and are a major site of pilgrimage. One of them holds Lalibela's tomb.

>>28568303

I can add some stuff on to these guys.

The Abatwa are fiercely proud, and are very sensitive about their height. According to Zulu tradition, if you meet one he will ask you "From where did you first see me?" If you answer that now is the first time you've spotted him, as you drew close, you will likely get a poison arrow in the face for your trouble. The correct answer is to point far into the distance and say you first saw him from back there.

The Abatwa are also nomadic, often hitching a ride on an animal. They all hide in its fur like fleas, and drop off when the animal stops. However, when times are touch and they can't find food, the tribe of Abatwa will devour their communal animal like army ants.

>>28569134

This is what I was thinking off

>>28569309
Okay they got less cute.

I remember reading about a Zulu monster called a mbulu, but I've never been able to find a reference to it outside of one book.

The mbulu is a river-demon, who looks mostly like a human, except that he is covered in scales and has a long tail with a second mouth at the end. The tail has a primitive mind of its own. The mbulu waits til people enter its river to bathe, then it steals their clothes.

Once it is wearing their clothes it essentially becomes them. It has the same appearance as the bather, and will then go off and try to insinuate itself into human society. However, because the tail has a mind of its own, a clever person can leave out food that the tail will go after, thus exposing the mbulu.

However, if you kill a mbulu and bury it, a pumpkin will grow out of the grave, and will attack people who pass by.

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>>28569199
It's kinda hard to say wizard. Considering any king or hunter worth his salt will know magic and have powerful fetishes.

Soumaoro Kanté was basically african Sauron except mortal. He crafted horrific fetishes from the dead bodies of the kings he slew. He wore human skin into battle and was insatiably horny, hungry, violent, and thirsty. When he was defeated by the king Sundiata he turned into a statue. And locals claim his followers still give it offerings.

Sundiata founded what would later become the filthy rich Mali empire. He was a cripple born to an ugly hunchback, but his kingly father was told if he married her his boy would be a great king. At puberty he lost his crippled status and united the twelve mande kingdoms against the evil wizard-king Soumaoro. There's WAY more to his story than i can explain.

Chaminuka was a revered and wise Shona wizard. He could make any animal as tame as a kitten around him and obey his orders. He could bring rain and was a great prophet. He predicted his own betrayal by his jealous king. Hundreds of warriors were sent against him but they could not harm him. Spears, swords, and knives flattened against him like pancakes. And bullets turned to raindrops. He then revealed that he could only be killed by an innocent young boy. This gave time to prevent the slaughter of his clan because his sons escaped. Others say he was blow away with the wind and lives in a cave, giving advice and aid to the lost. His prophetic career began at an early age, when) in the course of his puberty initiation ceremonies, he felt himself, in a dream or trance, carried up to the sky, and heard a voice saying, "Go, rule by love and look on all people as men and brothers."

>>28569556
that's insane. these myths are just a combination of random thievery, bloodsucking, and a few other random things

On the topic of wizards, it's worth noting that belief in magic is alive and well in many African nations. The popobawa, mentioned earlier, is actually a relatively new mythical creature; there's no record of him at all before 1965.

I recall a recent story I heard, though I forget the specific nation it takes place in, where local magicians were thought to turn into snakes, find ATM machines, slither inside through the money slot, eat the money inside the machine, and then slither home, vomit up the money, and turn back into the magician.

>>28569623
>these myths are just a combination of random thievery, bloodsucking, and a few other random things

Folklore is kinda like that. far neralra

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techno-Africa?

Humanoid half creatures are common too. One leg, one arm, one testicle, one eye, one ribcage, etc.

>>28569701
Ha, there's a central african legend of a race of people with bodies of iron.

>>28569648
Did you see the documentary on how African email scammers seek the help of witch doctors for help with their online scams? They literally believe that you cannot succeed in doing this without magic.

>>28569701
Impossible

Shigidi is a yoruba nightmare demon. Evil wizards summon him and must stay awake while he kills their desired victim. If the wizard falls asleep while Shigidi is at work, Shigidi will turn on the wizard.

>>28569777

Well, it varies from place to place. Djinn belief is still common in Cairo, for example, but enough people are educated there these days that it's considered embarrassing. Tabloids talk about djinn possession and what not the way tabloids here once talked about alien abductions.

Young people roll their eyes, and the older people who still believe it keep their mouths shut outside of like-minded circles, because they don't want to be made fun of or thought stupid.

Any nation that's doing somewhat better with education and economics generally has fewer people who buy this stuff, but it's not entirely stamped out even there. And, of course, in the really bad off countries, it can be very widespread.

>>28569777
Pretty much. My cousins sent my dad a dried crocodile skull to protect us when they heard about 9/11.

>>28569899
pic?

>>28569899
His skull, not mine.

>>28569899

Where are you from?

>>28569931
My dad's from Ghana. Mom is african american.

>>28569994

Sucks that you have to deal with that ghetto nigger shit.

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There's a monster which goes around with a hyena or leopard face on the back of its head hidden beneath thick hair. It seduces foolish girls and then...you fill in the blank.

>>28570011
Nah, my mom's people were freemen since the early 1800s. Feels good.

My relatives in the country still believe in Jinns, ghouls and other Arabian monsters. There are also sightings of a succubus with the body of a beautiful woman and the legs of a camel.

>>28570071
>There are also sightings of a succubus with the body of a beautiful woman and the legs of a camel.

Probably another sort of ghoul. Ghouls have a ton of variety, but the "seductress" motif is very common in stories about them.

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>>28570071

I went to Africa with my family as a kid. The one thing I always remember is one man offered my Dad three camels for my sister.

Which was great, because she finally shut up and stopped misbehaving for once.

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Tuareg berbers

>>28570107

Holy shit they look rad as hell.

>>28570071

You never encountered the women in white?

>>28570101
>three camels for my sister.
how'd he react? Did he try to haggle?

>>28570071
I love how hard pagan gods and spirits are to kill. The scandinavians offered to the elves into the 1800s. And remote parts of scotland and ireland still fear the fairies in hushed voices for fear of being considered stupid.

>>28570118
They're Tinariwen, a pretty good band.

>>28570101
Topkek. I hear the arabs and berbers do that to take the piss out of foreigners.

>>28570132

He teased her by haggling a goat into the deal, but stopped when she got genuinely upset.

The other guy looked genuinely disappointed. If he actually had a good standard of living, he'd probably be posting on /a/.

>>28570155
>And remote parts of scotland and ireland still fear the fairies in hushed voices for fear of being considered stupid.

Hey, if you grew up in a country with Crom Cruach or the Nuckelavee, you'd be damn well scared too.

>>28570121
Aren't women in white completely different?

>>28570155
Yeah well we can't all be civilized.

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This is the last known photo of a Barbary lion, the largest species of lion to survive into modern human civilization. They used to live all over North Africa. Most of the lions Rome bought for the gladiatorial battles were Barbary lions. They're all dead now. Every last one.

The photo was taken in 1925, somewhere in the Atlas Mountains of Algeria or Morocco.

>>28569571
>Powerful fetishes
2lewd

>>28570107
Of course the coolest one has an electric guitar

>>28570225
I thought some where still alive in Morocco?

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>>28570230
The Azande practiced greek level pedastry and would be able to "marry" virgin boys until puberty.

>>28567584
Why the fuck is he still trying to knock the arrow? Didn't someone think to give him a knife?

>>28569571
MORE!

This is awesome.
That's it, I'm turning my boring not - Europe setting into not Africa

>>28570255

Nope. The sub species is officially extinct both in the wild and in captivity.

Now, the Asiatic lion, which used to be common in the Middle East and Greece, still has a surviving population in India, but it's very, very tiny and heavily inbred. Conservationists are worried one disease could wipe them out entirely, and have been trying to push India to establish a second breeding population somewhere, so far without much luck.

>>28570283

Well, he is more lightly armored. Maybe he's hope he can run back and outmaneuver the guy and then get a shot off.

>>28569571
>Have ugly sister
>Tell some guy that if he marries her, she'll give birth to a kick-ass son
>All for the low, low price of 10 goats

Her brothers just got lucky

Man I would love for an African based RPG.

>>28570211

I might be calling her wrong but when your like 13-17 see visits you at night wearing a white gown and sleeps with you.

>>28570429
Ok then no, that's not it. She appears as a beautiful woman with goat legs and once she lures you in she rips you to shreds. She can also grow bat wings and only appears to men at night.

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Shiiit /tg/ I am seriously impressed your knowledge of all these Africa myths and stories. European stuff generally goes hand in hand with traditional rpgs but this is unexpected

>>28570481
Deer Woman?

>>28570481
Do you see the goat-legs beforehand or by the time you see them you're fucked?

>>28570481

Yeah I encountered>>28570429
and never died so we are talking about two different things

>>28570492
>>28570503
Camel legs, sorry. Sometimes she hides them with a dress but mostly uses men's lust to just lure them in.

>>28570487

Some of us are big folklore/history buffs.

>>28570546

Usual version I heard of for ghouls gave her the feet of a goat/waterfowl, but same idea.

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>>28570286
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.

Sundiata learned to defeat Soumaoro when his sister seduced him and snuck into his fetish room at the top of his tower. Sundiata's captured and escaped bard knew of it when Soumaoro kept him as his personal bard in his tower as tall as a mountain. The fetish room was full of creepy fetishes made from dead bodies. Sundiata's sister discovered Soumaoro's weakness was an arrow with a white cock's spur as the tip.

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.

I was surprised to learn that the rain queens in Africa are (were?) an actual thing. I just thought it was just something neat bit of lore that Storm had going for her but no.

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Anyone know about the legendary hero Makoma? He reminds of Thor, with him killing giants with his great hammer, Nu-endo.

>>28570658
>White cock
Poor Albinos, will they ever be something more than spell components?

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The Shona legend of Makoma

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.

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>>28571007
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"

>>28571243
And they both joined their ancestors. The end.

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In egyptian legend, a sailor was returning from a seemingly failed trading expedition. He was afraid of the Pharaoh's wrath. His attendant assured him "The mouth of a man protects him". The attendant told a story of his seemingly failed expedition. His ship had sunk in a storm and all of his crew died. He washed up on an island. He made an offering to the gods and a giant snake found him. It asked three times what brought him. The sailor was afraid and couldn't answer. Finally, he revealed he was on a mission from the pharaoh in the snake's lair. The snake said that God had brought him to the island for a reason. The snake tells a tale of how he lost 74 of his family members and his daughter. It tells him to control his heart and he will get home. The sailor promises to give the snake gifts for his advice when he returns home. But the snake only laughs and reveals that he is king of the mythical land of Punt and that he'll never see it again. A ship comes from the sea and has gifts of ivory, incense, spices, hounds, and baboons loaded up. All the snake asks is that he tells all of his good. The sailor gives these luxuries to the pharaoh and is given high status. The attendent finishes the story by telling the scared sailor to not be arrogant. "Why give water to a goose at the dawn before its slaughter?".

>>28571243
It was Mulimo the Great Spirit, not God who found them.

>>28571473
Same with this, not sure if you mean the christian God, but that seems out of place.

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There's a body of legends from west africa called the Dausi. It tells of the four times the mythical city of Wagadu rose and fell. And of the heroes of the old african sahel. (The sahel is that strip of savanna north of the west african rainforest. It runs from Senegal in the west to about Nubia in the east.) Wagadu is not only a city, but a state of mind and perhaps even a goddess. It turns invisible and vanishes when the flaws of mankind get too much for her to handle. But each time she returns she's more beautiful and magnificent than before. And one day Wagadu is prophesized said to return. And when she does it will be so majestic that it will never disappear or be forgotten again. The Dausi focuses on the western sahel with the ancient mande, fulani, and possibly Garamante berber people.

>>28571588
Sub saharan africans were overwhelmingly monotheistic. The Shona were no different. In ancient egypt "God" refers to whichever deity the believer considered the greatest. And that changed around a lot. Sorta like how the Mesopotamian wisdom texts referred to "God".

>>28571609

This reminds me. We know almost nothing about Mansa Musa's predecessor, except what he told in his famous journey to Arabia. What he told was very interesting. According to Mansa Musa, he was appointed as a deputy ruler because of the following events:

>The ruler who preceded me did not believe that it was impossible to reach the extremity of the ocean that encircles the earth (the Atlantic Ocean). He wanted to reach that (end) and was determined to pursue his plan. So he equipped two hundred boats full of men, and many others full of gold, water and provisions sufficient for several years. He ordered the captain not to return until they had reached the other end of the ocean, or until he had exhausted the provisions and water. So they set out on their journey. They were absent for a long period, and, at last just one boat returned. When questioned the captain replied: 'O Prince, we navigated for a long period, until we saw in the midst of the ocean a great river which flowing massively. My boat was the last one; others were ahead of me, and they were drowned in the great whirlpool and never came out again. I sailed back to escape this current.' But the Sultan would not believe him. He ordered two thousand boats to be equipped for him and his men, and one thousand more for water and provisions. Then he conferred the regency on me for the term of his absence, and departed with his men, never to return nor to give a sign of life.

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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!

>>28571759
What the hell kind of river was it?

>>28571854

Maybe he meant a current?

>>28571837
So Wagadu is a disappearing city/utopia? That's pretty cool.

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>>28566866
Does that include Egypt?

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According to the oral history of the Soninke people, a ruler named Dinga defeated a powerful "goblin" leader, 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....

>>28572205
In more accurate it's actually a river spirit (Mermaid) Dinga defeated the armies of with magic and married the daughters of.

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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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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:
"Kiekorro,
you lie!

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

Kiekorro,
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:
"Well,
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.
You
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
echo
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.

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Before the eighth day of the fighting
all the heroes and the men of Dierra
gathered and spoke to Gassire:

"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.

There's four parts to this epic. Gassire's lute is the first. Wanna hear the rest?

>>28572697
Sure.

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The rediscovery of Wagadu

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.

>>28568715
Actually, there are a lot of European werewolf myths that involve transformation at will, too. It's mostly the modern movies that made the moon thing.

>>28570658
>Don't open the box
>Opens the box and eats the contents when it isn't even food
Damn bitch, you crazy.

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"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."

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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.

Anyone up for part three?

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The battle with the Bida dragon

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.

>>28573775
Just got here, enjoying this so far.

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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!".

I have read accounts of European explorers visiting pygmies. They told of how the the little people were kind and wise, except from one tribe of yellow-skinned pygmies who hated everyone else and used poison to fight.

I thought I was the only one who liked Africa around here, and now everyone likes it?

How come?

>>28568303
A tiny mostly friendly hivemind

>>28574364
The stars are aligned and /pol is asleep

>>28570107
Now I'm imagining them going on tour as a rock band around Africa while fighting witchdoctors and having crazy adventures
That flower of the desert will fuck you up.

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>>28574434
I can't understand /pol/. I think this lady here is really beautiful, for example.

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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."

>>28574480
I totally agree i mean i can masturbate to this perfectly

>>28574480
It's not about beauty, anon.

>>28574503
Good morning.

>>28574510
I know, but it's one wheel more spinning in the hate machine.

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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?".

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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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And to conclude the legends of Wagadu, comes the final chapter.

Samba Gana

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.

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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.

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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.

>>28574945
>>28574973
>>28574993
>>28575025
I'm going to use that idea of nobility being bound to go forth and conquer, challenging local rulers and the like in my setting. I don't know how, but I will.

There's waaay more epics, folktales, and myths from around the continent than just this.

http://cwx.prenhall.com/bookbind/pubbooks/spodek2/medialib/chapter4/4.htm

Epic of Mwindo

>>28570288
Asians of all varieties are well known to hate and fear nature in all it's forms. That's why they're trying to grind them all down for penis enhancers.

>>28570107
Tinariwen in da house, yo!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9N3Z8TjyX8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yoN_QdAlqCk

(Their music is idiosyncratic as hell, but they are very, very good)

>>28576275
topkek

> make a campaign
> setting is a mix of arabia, native america and black africa, with egyptians as an ancient extinct civilization
> PCs reached a point where they'll attend a magic-related festival
> Fell a bit short on ideas
> See this thread

I like you a lot /tg/ :3

>>28580558
Doesn't everyone?

Bump for Beninfag

There's a Zulu monster which looks like a basket. When you put a living thing inside of it, it grows legs and runs away to digest it.

>>28582784
MOTHERFU- COME BACK WITH +2 DICKSWORD!

There is an evil lugbara spirit which stands behind its victim and begins to follow it home late at night while making scary noises the whole time. If you turned around to see it, it would eat you.

>>28569777
>They literally believe that you cannot succeed in doing this without magic.

>tips fedora

>>28583679
In this moment I am euphoric. Not because of some phony fetish's magic, but because I am enlightened by my own intelligence.

*tips gele*

>>28581770
>tfw image limit

I'm so proud of y'all ;_;

>>28569648

Witch-hunt hysteria is a fairly recent thing too. Mass communications have allowed some influential religious groups (borderline cults, many of them) to whip up a frenzy about witchcraft being the cause of random misfortune. It's actually children who commonly get the blame for being witches.