IC - IN CHARACTER - KNOWLEDGE
God of Jungle, Lightning, Sacrifices and the Sun.
The Priests and Warriors of Huitzilopochtli
Travelling home from Yucatan
Now that all lies behind me and the pressure and fear seems
to be only a blurred memory, I try to bring all to paper to
send it to my old, fragile father. I don't know why I agreed
to fulfill the last wish of my dying father and with the
knowledge I have now, I perhaps wouldn't do it again. The
merciless blank piece of paper is lying in front of me and
my shaking hands still seem to be caught in the memory of
the last days.
The tiny cabin of the small ship has a round window not
larger than a plate my mother used to make my breakfast on.
Outside I can only see the calm ocean with the strong
shining sun and some seagulls hovering in slow motions over
the soft waves of the sea blue water. It's not so long ago
since we left the jungle shore of Yucatan behind us and it
is still warm and humid, with only a light ocean breeze
tickling my hairs from time to time. The air tastes salty
and the smell of wet wood and rotten ropes, mixed with a
slight fish smell, gives me a feeling of being endless free.
A feeling that is now much stronger than when I first sailed
here. Splashing water hits the ship in tranquilizing rythms,
underlined with quiet squeaking of ropes scratching over the
wet wood of the ship. Unregular knocks of the sails and the
indistinct voices of the working ship crew are sometimes
broken through the loud screams of a seagull.
My eyes wander across the endless horizon and always seem
to get stuck in the hurting sight of the bright shining sun.
Incredible, comfortable warmth drives through my heart and
the fear seems to leave my body. I know how to start the
Leaving the home lands behind
Dear, loved father,
Now that I'm on my way back home, I can inform you about the
incidents of my journey and the mysterious discovery I had
to face to fulfill the task you gave into my hands.
When I left Razza and our home behind, I travelled first to
Padorn making sure I have all things with me you need for a
long trip into an unknown land. The money I had with me was
not enough to buy an own ship, so I was dependant on the
public ship lines. It was good you didn't tell me about the
dangers I will have to face, so my youthful energized
curiosity pushed me forward with endless power.
There were many people offering help to sail me around for a
certain amount, but the fact that my destiny was the jungle
area Yucatan brought fear over them and I couldn't convince
a single crew to bring me there. Somehow I had the feeling
that it wasn't the jungle they feared, but that what was
hidden in it. Later on, it turned out as the truth, but
about that I will write later.
Finally I found a ship that would sail to the jungle realm.
It started from Tortoise main harbour and was the only
official ship line towards that region. With my leather
backback on my back and my hat attached on my cutton belt,
I arrived at the harbour to ask the captain to bring me to
Yucatan. I must admit that he didn't look like one of those
people, you would like to travel with without being scared
to ge your throat cut, but as this seemed to be my only
chance of reaching Yucatan, I took all my heart and booked
On the ship 'Man of Whale'
When I arrived on board, all my fears seemed to turn into
reality. The crew was a bunch of rough sailors with a pirate
styled look. Their captain was wearing an eye patch and one
of his arms was replaced by an iron hook. The ship was in
not a good shape, so that you could only pray for reaching
the next shore before it would sink down onto the white
ocean ground. The sails have been patched up several times
and here and there a small crack was to be seen.
I was sitting on deck, as far away as I could manage from
the strange crew, one hand always on my purse. Not that my
weak and small appearance would have been able to hinder
them to just take it from me, so I would say it was a
reflex. No idea if it was the cold wind or my fear which
made me shiver and wrapping my cotton cloak tightly around
my body. For a moment I regreted to fulfill your task - my
dear father - being sure that the ship would never arrive
anywhere and the whole, strange crew, the scary captain,
myself and the precious item you gave to deliver, would
I always trusted your word and decisions, but this time I
wasn't sure if your task came out of a sane mind. I asked
myself why that silly sword is so incredible important for
anyone. I removed my backpack and opened it to check if it
was still there. It was a wooden sword and not that big as
the ones those people wield, who study in the Razza
fighting school. I'm not a warrior so I do not know much
about swords, although this one seemed to be difficult to
handle. It was hanging over our fireplace and the name of
the sword was one of the first words you taught me to speak
On its handle there was a small inscription with the name
'Arayel'. I heard you talking often about that man,
sometimes it were thrilling stories, sometimes they were
sad. But the thing I will never forget, was the light in
your eyes when I asked you to tell me another story about
that mysterious priest, who lives in the jungle of Yucatan.
I can remember when you left my mother and me alone for a
journey that happened regulary. When I was little, you told
me that you would help Arayel to keep the sun moving and
after I grew up you said you cannot talk about the secret
reason of your journeys. With the knowledge I have now, I
know that you told me the truth when I was little.
The sky was darkened by heavy grey clouds and lightnings
started to chase each other across the muddy looking sky.
Oh, father, how I hated those lightnings, the task you
gave me and my fear that seemed to devour me.
Finally the captain ordered the crew to set sails and my
adventure seemed to start with no possibility to escape.
Arriving at Yucatan harbour
After a long and trying time, I finally heard the captain
shouting that there was land in sight. Something that gave
me the feeling of happiness to have true earth under my
feet again, but on the other hand squeezed my heart with
fear from not knowing what will await me there.
I grabbed my belongings and joined the crew who were busy
caught in happy chatting and pointing to the horizon. And
then I saw it. Far away I saw the green lines of a country,
not too far away. The sky has cleared up a long time ago
and the air became heavy and humid, like on a hot summer
day. The sailors were discussing about a hidden secret city
deep in the jungle and spent the last minutes of the trip
with telling thrilling stories about their adventures they
had in Yucatan.
Oh father, you won't believe what a feeling that was when
I finally left the ship and was able to feel normal ground
under my feet again. The harbour wasn't big and there
weren't many ships seen, somehow the harbour looked left.
The people were much different from those I used to know
from Razza - much smaller and their complexion was tanned.
Not knowing how to start to search for the owner of the
sword, I decided to follow the sailors into the harbour
pub. Not that our Inns are extremely tidy and clean, but
this tavern was extremely dirty and the sweet smell of old
whiskey made my mind dizzy without touching it.
I sat down at the bar, to have a glass of water that
quenched the thirst I had from the long journey and
listened to the loud, yelled stories about agressive
indians, poisonous manticores, large snakes and amazing
huge amounts of chimpanzees which make the jungle so
dangerous. Suddenly a wise looking old man attracked
everyones attention while he said that all that isn't the
real danger in Yucatan. After a short while of silence the
rough bunch of sailors started laughing and shouting again
and left the harbour tavern and me at its bar behind.
Although I didn't like them, I felt terribly lonely and
lost in a sudden and fear started to press my lungs, so
that I had it difficult to breathe.
Hords of apes, snakes and poisonous creatures ... and
agressive indian tribals who lure in the deep jungle made
me certain of the danger I would be in. That what scared
me most, though, was the sentence of the old man that
silenced the wild strong bunch of sailors. What could he
mean with something that is 'more dangerous'?
A small town called 'Woonoonga'
For a moment I didn't dare to move and I felt watched by
every thing I did, even felt as if my mind was read. Now I
was left alone with the task to deliver a wooden sword with
a strange name to a person that was actually a hero out of
a fairytale from my childhood, in a land I never have been
before and which is known as being dangerous.
How could I be so stupid to come here? The twinkling eyes
of the barkeeper couldn't give me a satisfying answer and
so I decided to look around a bit.
With a raft I crossed the river northwards. On both sides
of the shore there was the thick green wall of jungle plants
to be seen. Huge trees reached high into the light blue sky
and their branches and leaves formed an almost impervious
green roof. I saw beautiful coloured tiny birds sipping at
oriental large blossoms and flying fishes, who were chasing
each other across the brown water of the river.
Father, oh father, I know you told me about the beauty of
the jungle and its sounds, but I never expected what I was
able to see there. Being absolutely fascinated by all the
new impressions I almost forgot why I'm actually here. The
indian on the river was able to speak my language, a bit
broken though, and told me how to reach the next city which
he called Woonoonga.
Remembering the sailors words to always keep on boots while
walking through the jungle because of the snakes, I only
removed my warm cotton cloak and my leather shirt. The air
was humid and it started to get hotter. The town wasn't far
away from the river and rather small. A bit smaller than
Razza and surrounded by wooden palisades. Not that I
expected a crowd of people rushing through the streets here,
but this was too calm. Not a single person to be seen on the
street and I felt again the lonliness inside and the fear
started to get stronger. Merciless sun rays folloed each
step I made and so I fled into the shade of a building to
eat my sandwich I brought with from Padorn Inn.
Refreshed and cooled down, I entered the town hall and
browsed through the citizens papers, to see if I find the
name of the man you sent me to, dear father. Unfortunately
I wasn't able to find him, but found some register about
priests of the same order that Arayel was, the Priests of
Huitzilopochtli. Amazed about the fact that the stories you
told me were true and not only grown out of a rich fantasy,
I had new hope to find this mysterious man and was filled
with fresh courage.
I had no idea in which direction I should start with
searching, so I went to a shop and asked about the Priests
of Huitzilopochtli. The people reacted strangely, not really
hostile, but not helpful either. So I only bought a machete
to be able to cut my way through the thick jungle and left
In the deep jungle of Yucatan
I have no idea how long I wandered through the jungle, but
with time I got more and more tired so I decided to take a
break. Being incredible thirsty from the heat and hungry
from my long walk, I discovered some pineapples on a tree,
which quenched my thirst and my hunger for the moment. My
feet hurt terribly and the machete almost got blunt from
slashing away lianes. But I knew I couldn't give up now. I
know how important it was for you - my dear father - to
deliver the maquahuitl to your old friend Arayel before
you have to die. And who could refuse the last wish of a
A puddle of water has summoned in a strange grown plant
and looked inviting to drink from, so I did, when suddenly
an indian stepped out behind a huge tree. You can imagine
how shocked I was. The stories of the sailors about
agressive indians came back into my mind a hard push of
adrenaline was streaming through my chest. Petrified I
watched him searching through my belongings and hoped he
wouldn't hear the the beating of my heart.
With a broad smile the indian pulled cotton cloak out of
my backpack and threw it into the jungle where it vanished
into the thick plants, that seem to suddenly speak and move.
I wasn't sure, but I would say his friends were hiding there
and now carried their new achievement away into their tribal
lair. The indian pierced my heart with a last look into my
eyes and vanished as fast and mysterious as he arrived.
That cotton coat was not what I needed most here in the heat
of the jungle, so I was more glad he didn't want my life,
than anything else. After my heartbeat slowed down to a
normal rythm again I packed my stuff and moved on. I should
have payed more attention, but I guess I was too tired. And
so didn't notice that the loud screams of jungle animals got
louder and louder. I knew they came from chimpanzees,
because here and there I saw one of them on a tree branch,
watching me and commenting that with their loud screams. But
they seem to be scared, because no one of them tried to get
When I did my last slashes to reach a small clearing in the
jungle, I crashed into a large number of chimpanzees who
didn't like me disturbing them as I had to feel. They ran
around me in circles, loud screaming and shouting at each
other and myself until one of them - the leader I would say
- started to attack me with its hands. All I had to defend
myself was the blunt machete, which used to be there for
slashing the jungle wood.
When I tried to kick the chimpazee, the whole group started
to attack me, and father what can I say, I'm not that strong
to face so many of them, so I decided to run away.
I passed large black cats and yellow black striped ones,
stumbled over snakes where more my luck than my dexterity
saved my life from their bite and finally reached a small
clearing where I stopped to run. No chimpanzee screams were
to be heard near, so I was able to walk more slowly. On the
clearing I saw an indian girl sitting on a tree trunk
and eating one of the oranges that grew near by. She didn't
look that scary as her brothers which I met earlier and so
I decided to talk to her. Luckily she was able to speak my
language, and after some questions about a hidden village,
she pointed into a direction and said that it wouldn't be
a long way to ge there.
In a small tribal village called Tarmez
And, my loved father, she was right. Although she described
not the village I was hoping to find. It was rather a small
tribal village with several tents and large fireplace in
the middle of it. Not long, and I was surrounded by
countless curious eyes of the inhabitants and was not
absolutely sure, if it is a good idea to stand still. But
they were a friendly folk, not like the sailors told in
their stories. It seemed to be a wandering tribe, because
they used tents and no normal huts out of wood, stone or
earth. They even got a tent where you could buy food and
one where I was able to buy a new machete. That was
actually also the place I found my coat with a price sign
on it. They didn't appear to be very rich and so I decided
to just buy it back instead of heating up a discussion
about the silly coat.
Their chief was a wise man and able to tell me about a city
lying in northern direction, where some of their brothers
live now, its name is Timbookedtwo. Armed with a new and
sharp machete, a filled stomach and waterskin I started to
head northwards in hope to find the hidden city where the
Priests of Huitzilopochtli were supposed to live.
I reached the dusty road of Timbookedtwo and it was as
deserted as the rest of the huge land. The huts looked
dirty and the smell of wellknown sweet whiskey reached my
nose again. I entered the first hut I saw, to see what I
would find and suddenly knew why the indians left their
jungle village. I saw several drunken indians lying around
on the floor, some with half opened eyes and a blurred
vision. That cannot be the place I am searching for, I
thought to myself and looked around in the small village.
Finally I found a wooden hut with an old indian inside,
who didn't look drunk at all. I told him that I heard about
a hidden city in the jungle and that I was searching for
the Priests of Huitzilopochtli. Father, never before in my
life was I eyed that suspiciously. There was no way to flee
from his piercing eyes. But somehow he didn't see me as a
danger with my skinny body and few belongings I carried with
me. And so he told me the way to the hidden city called
Zynaya, where the Priests of Huitzilopochtli live. He told
me to be careful and to not anger them, which was a hint
that burned itself so deeply into my mind that I said it
to myself the whole long walk until I reached the city
walls of a large city, which was built on a island of a
I wandered around the lake, trying to find a bridge that
would allow me to pass the river without swimming through
in company of crocodiles and other strange fishes. I found
a way to cross the river, but my luck got as fast destroyed
as it was built. The city was surrounded by a large wall
and the path ended at a massive gate, that seemed to be
I knocked at the gate and all that happened was that someone
checked the peek hole in the gate from the other side, but
didn't open it. Oh, dear father, I never have felt that weak
and hopeless in my mind. I travelled the whole day, got
robbed by indians, attacked by snakes and chimpanzees, saw
large cats with dangerous claws and wandered through
deserted streets of villages. And now, when I finally
reached my destination, the gates were closed and there
seemed to be no way to get into the city.
After some hours of waiting, the gate suddenly opened and a
man in a long red robe left the city. Obviously surprised he
eyed me as suspiciously as the indian in Timbookedtwo. It
seemed to me as if people in this region do not have many
visitors. But this man was really friendly and helpful.
Maybe you know him, father, his name is Ingtan. He said he
cares for the kitchen of the priests and warriors. Now it
rushed again into mind - those stories about war with the
pride aztec warriors and priests, how they look like and how
they acted. And this one really might be one of them, even
if he is only the cook, he is more than I will ever be and
additionaly my only chance to deliver the sword you gave to
me, my dearest father. I told him about you, my childhood
and this terrible tiring day I had.
Somehow he was trusting me and offered his help to meet a
leader of the priests of Huitzilopochtli and I entered the
city Zynaya together with him. This was a huge city, father,
I would say as large as Padorn is. Beautiful houses and not
deserted at all. Busy people and heavily armed aztec
warriors were travelling through the streets. I even felt at
home here, when I smelled the strong herb scent in the air,
which reminded me of my hometown where the alchemists have
their main branch. Here and there you could hear mysterious
humming and chanting in laguages I couldn't understand.
The Eagle Warrior
Ingtan brought me into a nice pub, called 'The Flying
Eagle', where we met one of those aztecs guards of the city,
drinking a large glass of beer. He talked to him in a
language I wasn't able to understand and then Ingtan left me
alone with him. The aztec warrior eyed me for several
minutes, then returned to his drink. Well, father, I could
have sat there and painting my fantasy thoughts about what
bad could happen to me, or I could at least try to start a
small chat. So I asked him about the city and why he guards
it and so on.
Then he explained to me that there is a difference between
being a normal town guard and a warrior like he is. He was
only a bit older than I was and so I doubt you ever met him,
father but he looked exactly like those heros you described
in your stories.
He said that there is only a group of very few people, who
got chosen from a god to save the world and that he is one
I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or not, but how would you
react if you childhood fairy tale become true suddenly? All
those mysterious stories weren't only 'told', they were
true! The proof was sitting right in front of me.
Furthermore he told me that he protects the priests in their
holy task to spread their knowledge across the world, which
is an absolutely dangerous task. He said that people built
up hate through past wars and rumours. He was calm, but
looked incredible strong and trained to me. Some scars in
his faces showed that he wasn't afraid of fighting and I
could see dried stains of blood on one side of his sword.
Yes, the sword. I didn't mention that it looked exactly the
same like that one I carried in my backpack? Just a bit
larger, what do I say, very much larger it was - I doubt I
could even carry it without breaking to the floor after a
What an honourable task he has, I thought. He protects
priests and even saves the world. Nothing I could reach in
my life, as sad as you might be now, father. But I'm not
strong enough from physique to even wear that armour or
weapon this man had. But perhaps ... with a bit of
training ... who knows ...
The Priest of Huitzilopochtli
After a while of talking, my fear slowly seemed to fade.
Somehow the calmness of this Eagle Warrior was transfered
to me. Then the cook, Ingtan, came back in company of a
robed and hooded person. Maybe I'm strange, but not being
able to look into ones eyes I get nervous somehow. The
Eagle Warrior stood up and stepped close to the hooded
person, with one hand on his large maquahuitl. That was
the time when I got wet hands again, and my throat started
to get dry. Somehow this hooded man was the leader or some
kind of such, because he ordered Ingtan to leave us alone.
A bit nervous but energized with adrenaline streaming
through my veins, I told the hooded person about you, my
dearest father, the sword that belonged to the priest Arayel
and my journey to Yucatan. I got the maquahuitl out of my
backpack and offered it to the hooded person. He took it and
since that moment he didn't speak a word to me.
How can I put it into words, father. How does one transmit a
sad message? How to find the right words for a weak heart
that you have, my loved father?
That person first introduced as Priest of Huitzilopochtli
and then told me that Arayel is not with them anymore. He
left a long time ago, to explore new lands where he could
spread their belief and he never returned. The priest was
very thankful that I brought back Arayels sword and
promised to send someone home to you, my father, as you
wished to see Arayel for a last time.
I was sitting with those two people for quite some time in
the pub of Zynaya and talked about several things. Somehow
I felt at home, as if I would lie in my bed with you sitting
on its edge, loved father, telling me those stories about
Priests and Warriors who saved the world. I stayed over
night and started my way back home early in the next
morning. The Eagle Warrior and the hooded priest acompanied
me towards Woonoonga and when they left me behind to travel
back to Zynaya, I felt a certain pain in my heart as if
something important in my life is missing.
Reaching Padorn Harbour
Oh father, looking through this small window of my cabin, I
can see the harbour of Padorn already. I think you will
understand why a man has to do what a man has to do and you
don't judge me for what I will do now.
The day in Yucatan changed my life, dear father, and I want
to return there to do as much as I can to save the world
like those people do I met there. Fulfilling a childhood
dream - to be a hero in one of your endless fairy tales. I
won't return for a long time and hope we meet again, when my
day has come and I can visit you sitting next to
Huitzilopochtli close to the warm sun.
In deep respect and love,
OOC - OUT OF CHARACTER - KNOWLEDGE
Created by AO, Huitzilopochtli was one of the gods who built
the world together with Rokoon. He created the big forests
in Yucatan with its myriads of beautiful creatures, but
still he was envious of what the others created. He did not
like sharing the faith of his followers.
Followers of Huitzilopochtli believe that he is the only god
worth worshipping, since he created the sun. Of course, in
their eyes the other gods do exist, but they envy Huitzi for
The other gods claim Huitzilopochtli's creation as theirs and
demand praise and faith for things they did not create. They
try to build up followers to become so mighty as to take over
Xyllomer and which is Huitzilopochtli's rightful inheritance,
in the eyes of his followers.
Huitzilopochtli demands from his followers sacrifices as
a sign of faith and total obedience.
For the followers of the Pantheon, Huitzilopochtli is a god
that has no use. The aspects of everyday life are covered by
the Pantheon. The claim to be 'the only real god' as well as
the demand for sacrifices lets most people eye followers and
even more so priests of Huitzilopochtli with a wary eye. At
best they are seen as 'strange' and 'different', but most
people would see them as heretics and because of the
sacrifices as dangerous. 'Eat your soup or a Huitzi will
come get you' is just one of the sayings that show the
distrust of the majority of Xyllomers population.
Within the world people usually see Huitzilopochtli as a
god of cruelty and terror, fearing the blood sacrifices
that are wrought upon innocents in his name.
Among the Pantheon
Huitzilopochtli is regarded as evil.