Welcome one and all!
Welcome, to Black Panther Quest!
Created by Jack "The King" Kirby and...
Welcome, to Black Panther Quest!
Created by Jack "The King" Kirby and...
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Droman | 3 |
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You are T'Challa.
Born to then Prince T'Chaka wa Wakandas and his second wife N'Yami wa Udaku, you were the second born of your blood siblings, though third by order of age overall. Raised in the royal palaces of the capital, you did not lack in comforts or companions and lived well as a youth. During those years, you found yourself most attached to a singular figure in the royal court, one whose character you respected, even as you grew into manhood.
[] Your father, T'Chaka wa Wakandas - Eldest of three sons and heir to the kingdom, your father was a bold man who increasingly ruled in your grandfather's stead. Brave and forthright, his only weakness was his heart. Three times your father married, three times for love.
[] Your grandfather, Azzuri wa Wakandas - The younger of two sons, your grandfather was a peerless statesman who oft told you and his other grandchildren tales of his youth, all most extraordinary. His only stain of character was his dubious rise to the throne during civil strife, whispered by detractors to have arranged his brother Chanda's death.
[] Your uncle, N'Baza wa Wakandas - The middle born of three sons, your uncle N'Baza was the peacemaker, the mediator who found solutions for all things. Seemingly uninterested in power, his quiet words could calm even the fractious Taifa Ngao*.
[] Your uncle, S'Yan wa Wakandas - The youngest of three sons, your uncle S'Yan is well known for his speed in both mind and body. Where your father was the warrior your uncle was the tactician, ever vigilant of the schemes of others.
*Council of Elders.
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But even their influence could not still the change that was to come, the sorrow that would follow. When you were only a boy your grandfather Azzuri died, slain in a hunt in the northern mountains by a white gorilla. A dark omen, it had paved the path for your father's ascension to the throne. In a bid to keep the peace among the tribes, he had gone to the Jabari, mightiest of the tribes who followed in the ways of the White Gorilla Cult.
What words were exchanged there were known to few and certainly not you, but in the end an exchange of heirs was had, a son of the Wakandas for a son of the Jabari. The negotiations on that were said to have gone back and forth, but in the end, it would be:
[] Your brother, Jakarra - Your eldest sibling and half-brother, the frail and sickly Jakarra had been the peace price offered by your father, who had sent him on in exchange for the Jabari chief's grandson M'Baku. M'Baku in time would grow to be a close friend to you, though isolated by most in the royal court.
[] Yourself - You would be sent to the Jabari, a royal son give up as a peace price. In exchange, the Jabari chief had sent on his younger daughter, a woman by the name of Malal. You would find yourself isolated among the Jabari, though making a singular friend in the Jabari chief's grandson M'Baku.
He was called S'Yan the Swift.
The fastest warrior in the royal court, whose perception and reaction shamed all others. The day your grandfather Azzuri died of his wounds in the mountains, he had carried the word to your father at the capital, had been the first to bend the knee and recognize him as king. A surprise to few, so close the two had been since childhood, such pillars of support they had been for one another.
When your mother N'Yami had died birthing you, it had been S'Yan who had coaxed your father out of his grief, had brought out enough energy from his sapped frame and drawn him out of his reverie to hold you in his arms. When your grandfather Azzuri's strength began to sap and murmurs began among some that perhaps this was a delayed punishment for his brother's suspicious death, it had been S'Yan who held back your father's outrage and decided the reaction.
Long was his memory, and longer still were his grudges. Even decades later, there were those who found themselves unwelcome in their king's court for their cowardly words.
Perhaps it was best then, that it was he who reassured you of your father's decision, of the early burden of peacekeeping you would undertake.
"Your father loves you as he loves your brothers," he had said to you, when your father's decision was announced "But he is king now, and kings must make difficult decisions."
"Why me, kali1?" you'd asked "Jakarra is the oldest. Why did baba2 not choose him?"
Your uncle was silent for a while, before he spoke his next.
"The Jabari pride strength above all things, T'Challa. Jakarra has a cunning spirit, but his frailties would not endear him to them. He would find it a bitter experience."
"And I?"
"You are the youngest, that is true. But I have seen you playing amongst the children, seen how you take charge of them in your little games. You have the heart of a leader, little one. Jakarra is too prickly and Hunter too anxious, but you ... you see things clearer than your brothers, hold your tongue better than they do."
"So I must go?"
"So you must go. Go to serve Wakanda well, to soften the hearts of the Jabari and earn their respect, as your grandfather did. And as your father now must."
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And with that you had gone, affirmed in your purpose and resolved towards success.
It was your burden to bear the olive branch, to see it lifted with arms raised up.
You had left behind many a friend in the capital, the sons of families who served your family for generations.
Moise wa Bomvana, a distant kinsman by way of your grandmother Nanali.
Taku wa Imaya, the son of your father's close companion Zuri wa Imaya, the honorary bearer of the Spear of Bashenga.
W'Kabi wa Zambiji, whose uncle N'Gassi represented their tribe in the Taifa Nagao3.
They and others more, all who you would not see for years, who would become faint memories as the months and years began to pass among the Jabari.
Isolated as you were, you lacked greatly in way of friends. Though a guest, the dislike of your hosts was made quite clear and on more than on occasion you found yourself skirmishing with children of like age. Only M'Baku the grandson of the Jabari chief and your foster brother kept you company, the tall and ungainly boy on occasion shielding you from the disadvantage in numbers. Together you traversed far and wide, scaling the high mountain trails that could be found in the Jabari lands, spending nights away at a time in old caves and ruins of distant times.
In time, you considered him a truer brother than your own.
In time, the peace born upon your shoulders would bend, then break entirely.
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Ulysses Klauw, a Dutch metallurgist had come to Wakanda on childhood tales of fabled vibranium. Earnest and seemingly well-meaning, in your absence he had earned your father's blessing to remain in Wakanda along with his expedition.
In an exchange of "gifts" it was arranged that your brother Hunter would be given leave to study in South Africa while Klauw and his expedition would study and work alongside Wakandan miners and smiths and be permitted to experiment on minute samples of vibranium.
At first, it had gone well. Though your people's metallurgy, mining and treatment of vibranium was beyond anything Klauw could fathom, he himself was able to contribute various techniques to further mold or purify the vibranium.
His efforts endeared to your father and earned him more trust within the royal court, trust that permitted him to process samples to colleagues abroad, an act that quickly enriched Wakanda as a burgeoning market exploded in demand for the valuable mineral.
Unbeknownst to your people however his gifted samples soon turned into illegal smuggling, sent on to a friend in the mining magnate Anton Pretorius of South Africa, who had funded his initial expedition to Wakanda on passionate promises.
Pressed for results, Klauw's smuggling only enthused Pretorious, whose greed transformed his science expedition to a small army of mercenaries, theoretically under Klauw's pay but at the beck and call of Pretorius.
During this same period, tensions began to arise anew between the tribes. Despite your father's best efforts, skirmishes between the reactionary Desturi and the secessionist Jabari began to mount, yourself nearly being caught in the cross fire on occasion.
With every royally enforced ceasefire the Desturi grew more restless, more suspicious of Klauw's influence on your father. They were even more suspicious of a South African woman in Klauw's expedition, a young doctor called Ramonda Owsley.
Three times your father married, three times for love.
Ramonda Owsley was the third, a second mother to yourself and Hunter.
In time she would even give you a sister, Shuri.
And in time, Wakanda would go to war with Ulysses Klauw.
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The Desturi had been vigilant, enough so that even Klauw's smuggling precautions proved insufficient.
Once aware they led a raid, one with several casualties but providing proof of Klauw's betrayal.
Proof enough to spare themselves punishment for attacking a royal guest.
Proof enough for outright war, as your father gathered his closest retainers and made to arrest Klauw and his men.
Only to find Klauw's backer Anton Pretorius all too ready to escalate.
Since Klauw's expedition had gone north to Wakanda, Anton Pretorius had began to sink more and more of his resources in meeting Klauw's expenses, both directly so as to continue his research but also indirectly by way of guards and smugglers.
As Wakanda bordered the fellow apartheid state of Azania, the South African mining magnate had opened a branch of his commercial empire there, recruiting locally to suit his needs and testing prototype sonic weaponry for future sales to the South African military.
Sales that would rescue his fortunes, as ongoing struggles with the black majority within South Africa impacted his revenues.
Yet when word reached him of trouble in Wakanda, when the blooded remnants of an expedition once numbering nearly a hundred totaled less than a dozen, he was infuriated.
More than that, he was fearful. Fearful of losing the seeming treasure trove of wealth that seemed only but steps away across the border, the very wealth that would rocket his influence and power as a businessman on the level of others such as those who owned Cardinal Technologies, Roxxon Oil and Stark Industries.
And so, he turned his guns upon Wakanda.
Using his connections in Azania and the remnants of the expedition, a small army of mercenaries armed with his prototype sonic weaponry flooded over the southern border, surprising tribal patrols searching for Klauw and his men.
Larger in number and better armed than the individual groups, the private army brushes aside most resistance on route to the capital, where Desturi captains were hastily assembling a coalition force.
Only for that coalition force to turn on itself, as the Jabari and Nigandan contingents turned on their countrymen while a Jabari infiltrator team rescued their chief's daughter. After the dust settled, Klauw and Pretorius met with the traitor chiefs, coming to an agreement regarding the mining of vibranium and their assistance as auxiliaries. In exchange, the country would be divided between both tribes, each raised up as a new dynasty in your family's stead.
Which meant that your family would be exiled, if not killed outright.
Which meant then that you as a hostage were living on borrowed time.
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You would have died, were it not for fortune and happenstance. During all the chaos and deaths in the early days of Pretorius's invasion you and M'Baku had been high up in the mountains, having gone off on one of your adventures.
There had been a ruined temple somewhere in the mountains, supposedly belonging to the Jabari in the days before the Unification. A temple that had been destroyed thereafter by your forefather Bashenga, pulled down and forgotten during his campaigns to bring together all the disparate tribes.
When the word came of the fall of the capital and orders that your head might be severed from your neck and sent on to your father, you had been days away with only M'Baku for company. Unbeknownst to you, your father and uncles had been rallying new forces from across the country at the foot of Mount Kanda, directly between the invading force and the homes of the traitorous Jabari and Niganda.
Infuriated by their betrayal your father had sent forth a messenger, offering a last chance at clemency if they would present him the heads of every foreigner occupying the Golden City. That messenger would never return, and so the proud chiefs doomed their tribes.
Positioned as they were, the Wakandan loyalists forces were in a prime position to harass their enemies on both fronts. At your father's order, the Desturi were given free leave to visit the homes of their enemies, to repay the Jabari and Nigandan warriors for their disloyalty.
Only death would follow in their wake as they burnt out settlement after settlement across the entire Wakandan mountain range. Separately your brother Hunter set forth, your father having given him command to find and rescue you if possible.
And to direct the Desturi in their depredations if not.
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