U Kahlay Katun: The Count of Years

Finally, we come to it at last. The major PoD that changes the course of Mayan history as we know it, and it'll change more than that as well...

A Change of Dynasties, A Change of Fortunes

The Kingdom of the Snake had seemingly achieved total hegemony over most of the lowlands. Mutul's royal family had been divided into two warring factions, the one not on their side having recently been humbled yet again. They had held sway over kingdoms from Itzna in the north all the way to the Petexbatun region of the south. In the west only Pa'Chan and Yokib' [1] curbed their interests. The great ajaw of Lakamha, Pakal, was almost 80 years old and on his death bed. The king of Xuxpi, Mutul's other great ally, was even older than Pakal. Traders from Kaan covered an even greater distance than their king's network of alliances. From the isthmus far to the south all the way past ancient Tamoan, they brought goods to the towns and cities of Kaan. And even Tamoan itself, a city from which the kings of Mutul had traced their descent and had what was the largest empire any had ever known, had now plunged into ruin and shambles. These were some of the brightest years Kaan had ever known.

But Mutul had no intention of fading into oblivion as their idols far to the west had just done. On 9.12.9.17.16, 5 Cib 14 Zotz (May 3rd, 682) the son of Nuun Ujol Chaak had ascended to the mat and throne of Mutul. He took the headband, the headdress, and the scepter of rule, and from this point on Jasaw Chan K'awiil (Lightning That Clears the Sky) was dead set on changing the fortunes of his beleaguered kingdom. He set out to make himself Mutul's greatest leader since Siyaj Chan K'awiil [2], and thusly began crafting this image for himself by building great things to show his power. He showed more strength and resolve than his predecessors Nuun Ujol Chaak and Wak Chan K'awiil ever did in defying the overlords of the Snake Kingdom. This led people to have more hope than ever, even if some among them believed he'd meet the same fate.

-a modern portrait of Jasaw Chan K'awiil based on an ancient banner stone (very big I warn you)-

In this year many other great changes were occurring. The defeat of Saal in a war against their eternal rivals in Oxhuitza led to Kaan having the daughter of Balaj Chan K'awiil, Lady Wac Chanil, take charge of that kingdom herself. Now they would be prevented from squabbling with Oxhuitza, both of whom were still considered important allies of Kaan. Eventually her son was installed on the throne, but since he was still a child she would continue to rule as a regent and take credit for their numerous victories. In this same year Itzamnaaj Balam would take to power in Pa'Chan, as one of its greatest rulers in its entire history. He too would have great influence over the course of the next coming katun. And many lords died in the years surrounding the ascension of these three great lords. A year after Jasaw came to power, Pakal the Great of Lakamha died at last and was entombed in a magnificent burial under his greatest temple, to be succeeded by his already aging son K'inich Kan Balam the Second. And a few years later Yuknoom Ch'een the Great of Kaan entered the water, succeeded by his son Yuknoom Yich'aak K'ahk'.

-the sarcophagus lid of Pakal, ruler of Lakamha-


Tensions would grow between these powers until it hit a boiling point at the dawn of the 13th Katun of the 9th Baktun. This marked the end of the Sixth Cycle. Kaan had seated the last cycle, and now Mutul seated this one, the Seventh Cycle, gaining the tributary rights, the holy tree, the holy well, and the title ziyan kan, "Born of "Heaven." Etzna seated the last katun, but now this one was seated by Coba, in the northeast. It was an 8 Ahau Katun. The prophecies for 8 Ahau were the most grim and severe of all the prophecies. It was said to be a time of destruction among governors, and end to greed but through much fighting and bloodshed. A time of settling in a new place. The international councils of priests and sages concluded that things were going to get bad, and they name this katun the Wasp Katun. It was up to the rulers to see if they wanted to abide by the word of the councils and the Spokesmen and the Great Sun Priest of the Katun and the Cycle, or if they wanted to put them to the test and fight it out for dominance of the land.

Jasaw Chan K'awiil was the one in particular who could and wanted to initiate the conflict to reclaim what was once his and more. He conferred with the priests, and with the rulers of the cycle seats. In the end, he decided that it wasn't up to any human to avoid what the katun prophecy said. He realized that the prophecy was not what might happen, but what would and what should. If the prophecy spoke of destruction, then he would bring destruction. Jasaw, Ochk'in Kaloomte of Mutul, had decided on war.

-Jasaw Chan K'awiil on his palanquin with an effigy of the war symbol Uaxaclajuun Ub'aah Kaan (18 Images of the Serpent) above him also borne by the palanquin. Some details (like his mask) have been eroded-


He had two goals when he started his war. One was the destruction of the Petexbatun state led by his treacherous uncle who had so dearly cost both his father and his kingdom in pride and strength. Balaj's treachery was viewed with great disdain all across the Maya world, even in the kingdom of Kaan, as family was of the utmost importance. The destruction of the Petexbatun would also cut the circle around Mutul that Kaan had created as a noose. To the north of Mutul was Kaan itself and it's allies of Chatan and Maasal. To the east, Saal and Oxhuitza. To the west, Waka and Hix Witz (the Jaguar Hills), and to the south was the Petexbatun, who despite having a lot of area was not as densely populated and the other cities in the region often were at odds with Balaj. They would be the easiest ones to break and end the noose.

But Kaan and Saal would attack if Jasaw went south, so to solve this problem he sent his younger brother and most important sajal, Siyaj K'awiil, north to fight them. His army would be just as strong as Jasaw's, and even more importantly Jasaw bestowed upon him the unprecedented honor of having the Uaxaclajuun Ub'aah K'awiil [3] go bear him and lead his army. With this great power. he believed victory was inevitable. So he went south with confidence in his brother.

Under the effigy of Mutul's uay (personified/animal spirit), Jasaw Chan K'awiil went south to crush his uncle once and for all. Gathering forces from Ik' [4] on the way, they went through the swamps and marshes guided by the local road weasels (scouts/spies). He realized however that despite having far fewer men, Balaj might be able to harry him out in the thick vegetation of this swampy terrain, so Jasaw sought to get out as close to the open grounds of farmland as soon as possible. He also realized that in his old age Balaj would not be with any warriors in the swamp, instead he would either be at his palace or in an open field as well waiting, not taking the initiative. So Jasaw took his time, and sent out men to persuade and turn his lords of neighboring cities against him, just as Yuknoom of Kaan did to Balaj himself. And soon, with a new host of lords who grew hungry with jealousy, Jasaw's army grew.

It was in Balaj's capital of the Petexbatun kingdom that matters would be settled. The capital was also named Mutul, which greatly offended Jasaw Chan K'awiil and seemed to him a cruel mockery. He resolved to raze the entire city to the ground should he take it. They had built crude walls in haste, taking much stone from their own temples and houses to do so. Since there were no river routes in, he ordered the local lords of the Petexbatun who joined him to begin the assault, reasoning that people who betray their allies so easily should be the ones who first feel their wrath. They attacked the walls with great speed, using ladders to launch themselves over and assail the defenders.

Once in however, they found there was yet another wall surrounding the town center. They trapped themselves in a killing alley. The warriors of Balaj fought furiously and slayed many of their former allies, but while they did this the men of Jasaw and his allies were patiently and calmly ascending the first wall and reusing the ladders to start scaling the second as soon as the defenders ran out of darts from their spearthrowers. Exhausted, the defense was quickly overrun, and as Jasaw promised the entire city was razed to the ground. Most conquerors simply subjugated their takings and installed a client lord to rule them as a new leader, but this second Mutul would never exist again. The palace was taken last, and Balaj Chan K'awiil was taken alive. As punishment for his betrayal so many years ago, he was denied even the honor of being decapitated in Mutul itself. Instead, he was "adorned" for three days for sacrifice here in the ruins of his capital. He experienced much pain for these three days, before Jasaw Chan K'awiil personally avenged his father's honor.

This triumph however was not reflected in the northern campaign as he'd hoped. His younger brother Siyaj K'awiil was experiencing much difficulty getting allies to join him, and even when he got some, he was caught in an open field by the combined armies of Kaan, Saal, Chatan, Waka, and Masaal at a place called Yellow Rabbit. It was the height of the dry season, and on this dry savannah his tired men were prepared to engage in the largest set-piece battle in this area for a long time. Both sides adorned and painted themselves in the designs of their Houses. The nobles and the young fighters blooded into warrior societies and highborn houses also adorned themselves with their finest jewelery. After the necessary preparations everyone congregated around the banners of their own lords, with the Uaxaclajuun Ub'aah K'awiil over Siyaj K'awiil, and the Yajaw Maan (Kaan's palanquin effigy, a supernatural jaguar) over Yuknoom Yich'aak K'ahk', each forming the center of their armies.

Kings and royals, nobles and highborn warriors, peasant militias and holcanes (professional soldiers), faced off across one another under the harsh sun, waiting for the time to attack. A hundred thousand men were on this one field. When Yich'aak gave the signal, the large, deep drums on Kaan's side started giving out a steady roaring beat that could be heard for miles. Mutul did likewise, and the people present could only barely make out the sound of the conch shells and trumpets that started sounding over this. It was around midday when the signal to attack was given, and both sides rushed eachother.

When they were roughly 150 yards about, both sides let their spearthrower darts fly, and many were felled by these. At a closer range the peasants started slinging fast and deadly rocks. But when they clashed up close was when the battle truly started. Both sides attacked from all angles, seeking to find a weakspot or to expose their flank, both sides also watching for their own weaknesses and covering them. Back and forth they went, and the hot-blooded warriors and glory-seekers would start rushing at the enemy banners marking the presence of a noble whose capture would bring great honor to them. This went on for hours, until Mutul seemed to be gaining the upper hand when found a gap to exploit in the lines of the troops from Waka. With glee they went into this contingent, slaughtering many, and even the great Serpent bearing Siyaj was going into this fray. And this was the downfall of Mutul.

When they saw the Uaxaclajuun Ub'aah K'awiil going forth into their ally's flank, the warriors of Kaan saw an opportunity, and rushed it themselves. Everyone available went into this one attack, and the warriors of Mutul mounted their most valiant defense, but a great general of Kaan named Chan Muyal ascended the mounting pile of corpses, and with great strength and skill cut down all his opponents, until he stepped foot onto the Mutul lord's palanquin, and took him captive. When this was done, the warriors who had seen this slung their shields over their backs and fled, causing the others to flee or surrender as well. The Battle of Yellow Rabbit was over at long last.
http://www.authenticmaya.com/images/maya_w9.gif-the captive lord Siyaj K'awiil-

Jasaw Chan K'awiil returned from his Petexbatun conquests to Mutul, praised as a hero. But in his heart he felt it a bittersweet victory. Kaan had not been humbled, and in fact had won a massive victory. It did not matter that Mutul did as well, for his younger brother was taken to Kaan and sacrificed. The noose surrounding Mutul was broken but at a great cost. Yet Jasaw was not defeated, and in fact he still only sought to grow stronger and make Mutul strong too. The Wasp Katun was not over yet.

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Whew, finally. History has changed. IOTL, Jasaw fought Calakmul (Kaan) himself and won a massive victory, even capturing Yajaw Maan, the Kaan palanquin effigy, but he failed to defeat or destroy Dos Pilas (the Petexbatun kingdom). So while he did get to become the most famous and greatest Tikal ruler, it was still a troubled kingdom and their victory only caused more instability. Dos Pilas was a major destabilizing element, but ITTL they are dead for all time. The Snake Kingdom is still strong though, and their dominions still stable and loyal along with Mutul's. This allows them to look inward and improve themselves as well without the constant threat of destruction.

Also, I'm not sure if Siyaj K'awiil really was Jasaw's brother, all that is known of Siyaj IRL is that he was captured by Saal in the same year that Jasaw beat Calakmul, but a different battle. But he has an equally lofty name and the brother bit makes it more interesting, so I went with it. The picture of him captive is actually from a carving depicting a captive from Kaan or one of it's allies from the big battle of that year. But history has changed.

So yeah, comments please, because I am starved of them! :(

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[1] Pa'Chan is Yaxchilan, Yokib is Piedras Negras. Both are very famous, and large. But Yokib was larger than Pa'Chan. They were intense rivals.

[2] This is significant as previous Mutul kings, especially ones installed or supervised by Kaan, tried to distance themsevles from the kings of Mexican descent and instead tied themselves more to Chak Tok Ich'aak or especially Yax Ehb Xook.

[3] This is the 18 Images of the Snake, a potent war symbol borrowed from Teotihuacan (Tamoan or Puh in this TL). When going into battle kings would be borne on massive, elaborate palanquins which had some symbol or effigy of a god that protects their kingdom on it. The 18-headed snake is just the most famous and possibly was regarded as the most potent. Maya warfare had a lot of spiritual elements and the "power" of these symbols was believed to be quite important and influential over the course of battle.

[4] Motul de San Jose. Situated around the lake Peten Itza, the Ik' polity was apparently influential and strong, despite its small size.
 
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Argh, I have to make more edits, forgot some important information regarding the GODDAMN CALENDRICS!!! *shakes fist at sky* If you've read the Land of Turkey and Deer you'd know how much calendrics vexes me, but it's important. Even for political information.
 
Most fascinating, and a wonderful read. It should be quite interesting to see where things go from here.

If I am correct in understanding the political situation, their are currently two blocks within the Mayan lands. Kaan and Mutul, correct? Perhaps we may see for a time a sort of classic era cold-war between these two powers if that's the case.

I am somewhat curious as to what's happening to the Aztecs, but not enough that I want to hear about them more than I do the Mayans.

You know, I just had a thought. Will this POD have ripple effects in Europe or Asia, maybe even Africa? I'm sure as each year goes by the butterflies will be born and begin to take flight, so I am wondering what potential consequences this POD could create.

You know, if at all possible, I'd love to see some POV bits from people in the various castes of Mayan society. I think it would make things much more interesting, and I feel (from what I've been reading anyways) that you would know enough about the Mayans to be able to make them sound realistic.

EDIT: You know, I am wondering, will this POD cause the Mayan's begin to invest further into the sciences, to the point that when the Europeans arrive there isn't as big a Tech gap as there was (like say, spain 16th/17th century tech, vs Maya with say 10th/12th century tech)?
 
I don't think the problem was in the tech gap but in how they applied the said tech. The Europeans used it for weapons.
 
Most fascinating, and a wonderful read. It should be quite interesting to see where things go from here.

If I am correct in understanding the political situation, their are currently two blocks within the Mayan lands. Kaan and Mutul, correct? Perhaps we may see for a time a sort of classic era cold-war between these two powers if that's the case.

I am somewhat curious as to what's happening to the Aztecs, but not enough that I want to hear about them more than I do the Mayans.

You know, I just had a thought. Will this POD have ripple effects in Europe or Asia, maybe even Africa? I'm sure as each year goes by the butterflies will be born and begin to take flight, so I am wondering what potential consequences this POD could create.

You know, if at all possible, I'd love to see some POV bits from people in the various castes of Mayan society. I think it would make things much more interesting, and I feel (from what I've been reading anyways) that you would know enough about the Mayans to be able to make them sound realistic.

EDIT: You know, I am wondering, will this POD cause the Mayan's begin to invest further into the sciences, to the point that when the Europeans arrive there isn't as big a Tech gap as there was (like say, spain 16th/17th century tech, vs Maya with say 10th/12th century tech)?
Yeah, for the moment it kinda is a bit of a cold war developing between the superpowers of Kaan and Mutul as in OTL, except this timeline doesn't see either fall into complete ruin. But in time there will be more power blocs, when the north starts developing and more Mexican immigrants come.

I'm actually not completely sure what I'm going to do about Aztecs though. They're still 700 years away, but I have been doing some research into the Mexican nations of the Classic Era, especially Mixtecs, but there's very little on Mixtecs on the web. :( Still, I will try to involve their developments in the future, but then again their rise to power might interfere with the immigration of the Aztecs to the region. Hmm...

And having more (having any really) POV bits does sound like a good idea. At this point I think I've changed history enough to start getting more personal with the characters involved without feeling bad, and I agree it'd make things cooler. However, I am not knowledgeable on Europe enough yet to be certain of the butterflies I shall unleash there, though I have certain ideas regarding European culture that will be different ITTL. And with the lesser amount of disasters ITTL, I am thinking about new Mayan sciences and stuff as well.
 
I honestly never thought to search for a Maya TL, largely because I've never seen one pop up in my time here. I'm thrilled to learn that I was indeed wrong! I will absolutely continue to follow this thread...and I'm thrilled that you changed the name!

Keep up the excellent work!
 
Well sorry for the extremely long delay, I've been a bit distracted as of late. It's hard to get around to doing anything when I'm feeling even more depressed than usual or going through a nervous breakdown or something, but I think I'm feeling better now, so it's back to the typing. Alright, so while I really like Rookie's idea of typing more PoV stuff, I need to finish the Wasp Katun first because it will be a very important time and I need to establish many things. But I do have plans, oh yes, many plans. Anyways, here comes the rest of the Wasp era.

The Wasp Katun; The Era of the Land at War

The year 9.13.3 (695) had been one of great changes for the people all across the Land of Turkey and Deer. The powers of Mutul and Kaan had yet again fought out a decisive battle to shape the face of the lowlands, but it turned out to be more inconclusive than either had wished. Kaan was still strong and dominant of the north, but Mutul had remained independent and had defeated their great ally in the Petexbatun region to the south. Both powers however had not yet exhausted themselves of violence and ambition, and the prophecies concerning the Wasp Katun were being fulfilled. Jasaw set his sights on more kingdoms to plunder and absorb, and Yich'aak sought to counter his every move.

Far to the south meanwhile, a great king of Xuxpi had died. K'ahk Uti' Witz' K'awiil had passed away, having recently become a 5-Katun Lord [1]. His son Uaxaclajuun Ub'aah K'awiil (18 Images of the Lightning God) ascended to the throne. He was a great artist in addition to being a strong ruler, and under his reign his capital of Oxwitik grew to become a highly respected city, despite its remoteness on the frontiers. Further to the south, the ancient city of Tulam Tzu, long having fallen into obscurity, was now growing again and trying to establish rule over the highlands. But Ixnich'i Zotz [2], which controlled much of the trade between the lowlands and the highlands, had instead usurped much of their power and the prestigious lords of Tulam Tzu derived their strength in no small part from the good will of Ix's lords. But Ix was not without their own troubles, as the previous lineage had been forced out by a usurper named K'an Jolom, who was previously the head of a powerful lineage that dominated the trade routes in the area. He forcibly took the mat and throne, and the former rulers fled north, only to find more war.

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-The court of Ixnich'i Zotz-

Meanwhile, Jasaw finally made his next move. A year after the Battle of Yellow Rabbit, he personally sent his forces west, attacking Waka. He did this to further destroy the ring Kaan had created around his kingdom, and because Waka was the easiest target as much of their forces had been destroyed in the previous year's battle. But his advisers were more nervous, as an attack on Waka could make Pa'Chan nervous, as Waka was close their borders. Pa'Chan had been neutral in the big rivalry, and they were worried that this might push them close to joining the Snake Kingdom. The advisers were ignored, and Jasaw Chan K'awiil, under a new palanquin effigy, went west with ten-thousand men, and soon Waka crumbled, and a new dynasty was created from the lineage that had long ago supported the warriors of Siyaj K'ak'.

Now Kaan was in a dangerous position. Not only were their chief allies to the south and west of Mutul now taken under their enemy's domination, Mutul was now freed from their choking grasp and could continue at will. And in the north many were feeling more important. Their northernmost ally of Etzna was now disregarding their will, and Etzna's subordinates followed suit. Military stratagems were of little use now, so Yuknoom Yich'aak K'ak' turned to diplomacy. Envoys were sent to many far places. To Ixtutz, K'anwitznal, Ixnich'i Zotz, and even as far as Po', road weasels and high lords were sent with bundles of tribute to turn kings to the side of Kaan.

However, halfway through the katun, Yuknoom Yich'aak K'ak' entered the water, and was succeeded by Yuknoom Took' K'awiil. In the same year K'inich K'an Joy Chitam ascended to the throne of Lakamha after his older brother died. Under the guidance of his lords Took' continued his father's policy of trying to win over more kingdoms to try and stop the expansion of Mutul. In the east, Ixtutz joined the alliance, and together with Saal they attack many of Mutul's southern outposts. In the east battles raged between the vassals and allies of Kaan and Mutul, to the point where they started sending their own forces to stop the chaos. Oxhuitza was burned. The entire Petexbatun was ravaged again. There was no end in sight.

In the south the madness of the Wasp Katun spread to the highland tribes. The K'iche', the Kaqchikels, the Kekchi, and the Mam, attacked the outposts of Tulam Tzu to establish more independence for themselves. K'an Jolom tried to send help, and his city therefore became embroiled in conflict as well. The most powerful lineages in his city became dissatisfied. Xuxpi was a lone bastion of calm in the storm that had engulfed the entire land.

In the closing years of the Wasp Katun, Po' had signaled their intent to ally with Kaan when they sent an army under their powerful warlords K'elen Hix and Ah Ch'anaah, nobles who controlled the kingdom, to sack Lakamha. This they did, and the K'uhuul Ajaw of Lakamha was taken to Po', and adorned with paper strips through his ears replacing his fine jewelry, and here K'an Joy Chitam was decapitated, a sacrifice that cemented a new relationship between Po' and Kaan, and a major setback for Mutul.

But by the end of the Wasp Katun, Mutul had come out ahead. The grip on their city was broken, and Jasaw Chan K'awiil had established himself as one of the greatest rulers of his time. He had defeated and killed his treacherous uncle, and expanded his kingdom south and west. Kaan had lost much of it's control over the area, but it still continued going strong and dominated the east and north of the central lowlands. The far city of Puh, also called Tamoan, had by now faded into complete oblivion and no longer had any influence over the Maya. But immigrants from these western lands in Mexico now came east seeking new beginnings. The population of the area was reaching into the tens of millions. A new time had begun, and they would need a lot of luck and help in surviving the years to come.
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Phew, Wasp Katun is over. The problems I referred to in the last paragraph are the societal issues that contributed to the collapse. In the last update I made the political changes that would help, and in the next I will refer to society. Also, I will now get less boring text-book like and try to make it sound more like the Books of Chilam Balam, at least when I am not doing PoV stuff, which I plan to very soon. The next update will involve a very influential figure named Bolon Koh Tzunu'un (heh heh [3]), who will be quite important to Maya history...

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[1] This title means that he had lived to see 5 katuns, meaning he was in his 90's at least, having spent almost 70 years on the throne. Kings have a good medical plan, it seems.

[2] Tulam Tzu is Kaminaljuyu, and Ix is my name for the obscure site of Guaytan. Well, the name is made up by the book "In the Courts of the Sun", but I'm applying it to Guaytan. Yeah, it's so obscure I only learned of its existence today. It's on the Polochic river, between Zacapa and Salama.

[3] Whoever translates his name first gets a free cookie.
 
Well since someone asked me to I'm finally updating this again. Anyways, I'll try to make it more of an involved PoV bit in the story of an ancient Maya chronicle about someone who will be very important ITTL. Oh, and here's a bit of music for those of you that wanted some.

The Travels of Bolon Koh Tz'unun

On the day 9.14.0.7.5, 8 Chicchan 13 Zotz (April 22nd, 712), the child named Bolon Koh Tz'unun was born to Lady Ak'bal Chan and Lord Ahiin Tiliw Kab near the city of Ixnich'i Zotz. The priest who named him said of this day that it was an auspicious day for a noble's birth. Those born on the day Chicchan were said to be wise and energetic people. Fair judges, very quiet but know everything going on around them. Only give their opinion when asked. Sincere and intelligent. A good mind for scientific investigation. Intuitive to the point of being clairvoyant. Lovers of peace and justice. They are often in positions of power and look for the good in their communities.The day itself was a red day, the east being its direction, the snake being the symbol. Ahiin Tiliw Kab raised his child to be the lord of the city, having been named after his great-grandfather who was its ahau and had passed away long ago.

But his destiny would not be achieved soon, since the usurper K'an Jolom and his clan had taken charge and rooted out their rivals with much force. As soon as he was old enough, Bolon Koh Tz'unun set out on his own away from Ix, with a promise to return one day to drive out the oppressors. He decided it was best to be as discreet as possible, so he donned the guise of a poor merchant trying to make his way across the land. His precious jade was stripped, replaced with bone jewelry. His noble garments were replaced with poorer ones. His head was covered by the wide-brimmed straw hat of the hunters and travelers. Having thus been thoroughly disguised as a lower-class traveler, he stepped foot onto the north causeway that led to the heart of the kingdom of Mutul.

It was not long into his journey when he noticed that the amount of farms and villages along the white road drastically decreased until there was nothing but jungle around him. The only signs of civilization were the rest-stops or road houses on the road to Mula'ak [1]. Having been walking for many days with a heavy load, he resolved to stop at the nearest road house, but he found himself accosted by a large band of bandits carrying clubs and spears. They demanded he either give them all his goods or they'd kill him and take it anyways. Knowing he had no chance, Tz'unun gave up all he had and continued to the rest stop, thoroughly humiliated.

The owner of the inn had guessed as to his situation. Tz'unun asked as to why there were so many bandits in these parts, and the innkeeper said there was nobody left to watch these roads, and that the lords of the region kept their soldiers to fight pointless wars with their neighbors rather than guard the paths of their own kingdom. He also told Tz'unun that while he'd grant him a place to stay for the night, he'd have to find a way to pay for his food and drink as he had to make a living somehow. Dejected, Tz'unun asked if he could pay by entertaining the guests with music. The innkeeper was curious as to his talent, so he granted this request and gave him an ocarina. Tz'unun had learned much poetry and music growing up, so while he played he recited his favorite poem he had come up with himself, For the Traveler on the Road at Dawn:

"Doves singing


in the ceiba branches there,
flycatchers, little yellow birds,
cuckoos, mockingbirds there,
all happy,
the birds of the Lord.

Likewise the lady has her birds:
the little birds, the small cardinals,
canaries, hummingbirds,
they are the birds of the beautiful lady.

If such happiness is among the animals,
why shouldn't our hearts be happy too?
At dawn they are
most beautiful
when only songs and games
pass in their thoughts."

As he finished the guests and patron of the road him whistled in applause. The innkeeper said, "How masterfully done, what is your name?" And Tz'unun said "You can call me Chicchan" he said, using his calendrical name as another disguise in case he attracted the attention of K'an Jolom's servants. At dawn he continued along the road, using the ocarina gifted to him and his talent for poetry to pay for his needs until he arrived finally at Mula'ak. Here he was amazed to find a great palace with three levels and many unique furnishings. But as intriguing as it was, he knew here was not the place to stay, and he continued north.

At Mula'ak, he gathered enough goods to pay for a ride to Mutul. He went to the town's river dock where he gave a steersman twenty cacao beans, enough for a trip in a canoe made from bundled rushes up the Ayinbe [2] into the war-torn lands of the Petexbatun. Although the Wasp Katun had ended the damage was still readily apparent. The trees were sparse, but the farmland that caused them to be cleared was empty in many parts. Some of the land had lost so many trees that K'inich Ahau (the sun god, everything in Maya culture is personified) had burnt the soil until it was all but useless. This greatly troubled Tzunu'un, who at this point had gotten on the sacbe that went from the Petexbatun to Ik'. From Ik' he finally got on the causeway leading straight to Mutul, and after the long journey he was amazed when he finally arrived.

-The Central Plaza of Mutul at the time of Bolon Koh Tzunu'un-

The city's sheer size had surpassed anything he expected. [3] There were people everywhere. The roads at this point were packed with traffic going to and from the city, mostly to it this early in the day. Many were nobles carried on their precious palanquins, others were traders carrying vast assortments of colorful goods on their backs, but most were the farmers of the hinterlands going to the market as well. Past the large amounts of clustered farms forming the hinterland around the city were the clustered housing complexes forming suburbs for the commoners, and closer still were the even grander suburbs for the noble residents. Even in Ix there was not as much development, and Ix was one of the greatest cities of the south. Tz'unun remarked to himself that they had a long way to go to match the splendor of the lowlands.

-The Markets of Mutul, and the Ballcourt-

He followed the crowds to the marketplace, but a greater commotion next to the markets attracted his attention even more. Right next to the grand marketplace was the city's main ballcourt, and apparently a large hipball game was about to start, attracting much attention. What Tz'unun found more noticeable however, was the presence of a certain individual watching the game from a high seat of honor. Yik'in Chan K'awiil (Lightning That Darkens the Sky), Overlord of the West and ruler of Mutul, had come to witness the game himself.

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-Yik'in Chan K'awiil-

A hush fell over the crowd as a herald stood upon the edge of the tower and announced, "All of us underneath him hear: Our overlord, greatfather, Lightning That Darkens The Sky may speak to us. We listen below him, we wait, we attend." The Overlord himself stood up now and addressed the crowd in a deep, belligerent voice that was echoed across and amplified by the walls of the surrounding building and ballcourt. "This then is the dedication of the game, the dedication to the war god Akan [4], we underneath him..."

Tz'unun's attention drifted away from his speech when he noticed that a couple of shady looking men with weapons were eyeing him with suspicion rather than paying attention to the king as well. So far he had managed to avoid any notice thanks to the wide straw hat and traveling cloak making him look like nothing more than a rustic farmer, but now he realized he had left a glyph on his wrist naming his family uncovered, and his family was known to be noble and powerful, not the mere descendents of farmers or laborers. Now he began to grow nervous and worried, his attention only breaking away when he heard a loud echo of "Play ball!" being yelled from the king himself and the crowd broke out in cheering and whistling as the game finally started. Tz'unun used this moment to try to sneak out of the crowd, but the two men from before had stopped him, and with force led him to the king himself.

Having been brought to the patio from which Yik'in was watching the game, Tz'unun was forced to kneel before him, though he adamantly resisted being bound up as he was not a captive. With a calm but severe voice, Yik'in told him as he was watching the game, "I know who you are. Your lineage was my enemy, and the lord of Ix wants you dead as a token of my friendship. This is the charge against you. But you have neither offended me nor are you a threat. So I above you will grant you a chance to make yourself useful to me, and if I am not pleased then your head will be sent to K'an Jolom by the end of this day.

Tz'unun took a deep breath. He knew he was in trouble but he refused to show any sign of concern, and so he treated his predicament as a more severe version of that which faced him on the road before. So he started a poem he had just created in his head that he felt best fit for a great lord:

"Essential
to count the haab years or katun'oob
that have passed since
the great powerful men
raised the walls of the ancient cities
that we see now
here in the province of the plains,
all these cities scattered
on the earth
here and there, on high hills.

Here in the cities, we try to give
meaning to what we see today in the skies
and what we know;
for day to day
at midday
we see in the skies
the signs told to us by
the ancient people of this land,
the ancient people of these villages
here on our earth.

Let us purify our hearts
so at nightfall,
and at midnight,
from horizon to zenith
we may read the face of the sky."

As he finished those on the patio were silent for while, before Yik'in unexpectedly laughed and said, "Purify our hearts at nightfall, you say? I like it. A great poet you may be, but a great poet is not what makes a great lord. At nightfall we will have a hipball game between us. First to three points wins, and if you win you get to pass beyond Mutul. If not, you will die and be sent to K'an Jolom. Are we in agreement?" Tz'unun smirked, and bowing his head forward and touching his own shoulder, said "Yes, my lord. First to three points".

And so they were both prepared for the night game. Many pads were put on, the shinguards, the wrist guards, the yoke around the waist, and a fierce headress for each, a skull for Yik'in Chan K'awiil and a snake for Tz'unun. Torches were lit at the corners of the court, and the large rubber ball was covered in oil and lit aflame. The people gathered again to see their overlord play the stranger from the south. The Ahaucan (Lord Serpent, high priest's title) presided over the match. When he called out "play ball" he tossed the flaming ball into the court and the match began. The crowd was even larger than before despite the lateness of the hour, and not only was their lord playing, but night matches were always wonders to be seen with the flaming ball arcing through the night sky. Both players very quickly accumulated large bruises. Their skill was such however that it lasted hours. Both had two points well into the night when they were both exhausted but still playing to their best ability and awing the watchers. But at the last moment when Tz'unun thought he was about to collapse, he noticed Yik'in had just made a wrong moved and slipped a bit, giving him the perfect opportunity to bounce the ball off his head and into the marker, ending the match.

The onlookers were hushed, shocked that their king could lose and unsure of what would happen. But again, Yik'in laughed and signaled them to cheer for the unlikely victor. And as a sign of good faith, he announced that "Chicchan" had won, preserving his identity from those who hunted him. The next day a feast was given for him, with delicious manatee meat and alligator tails, and the spiciest chocolate being poured constantly into their cups. Tz'unun graciously thanked his host before continuing his journey north, knowing there was nothing more to find in Mutul that could help him.
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Well that's the end of part one of Bolon Koh Tz'unun's journey. I know he's sounding a bit like a Mary-Sue, but that's on purpose. ITTL he's considered as some kind of great leader and so all the stories of him like this one seek to portray him as an idealized Maya king. And an idealized Maya king was a great warrior, ballplayer, dancer, priest, etc... so of course much of what is told is probably apocryphal. Basically this is one version of his story that has him travelling all over Yucatan learning everything there is to know of the land to solve its problems. Anyways, hope it was interesting enough to get some comments. *coughcough* :p

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[1] "Hollow Hill", referred to IOLT as Cancuen.

[2] "Crocodile Road", this TL's name for the Rio Pasion.

[3] At it's height Mutul, AKA Tikal, was about 16 square km. So in sheer area size it was the second largest pre-industrial city ever, behind Angkor. Population wise it was also quite massive at this time. Central Tikal had about 100,000 people, the outer areas and periphery having even more. Big place.

[4] Akan is usually represented as a god of alcoholic drinks and debauchery, but for some reason, on his monuments Yik'in referred to him as a war god and said he embodied him during some rituals. Raises some question about the guy, I think...
 
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Just read the updates, man and I have to say it was well worth the time reading it.

Again my ignorance in Maya history prevents me from saying more. :eek:
 
Great update, really enlightening. I take it Bolon Koh Tzunu'un is going to establish whatever lets the Maya survive the great drought of the 9th century? Cause with all the wars I'm not sure if they still can, it was the destruction of each other's farms and the whole constructed environment they built that brought about the Maya collapse IOTL. Will it be different ITTL?
 
Great update, really enlightening. I take it Bolon Koh Tzunu'un is going to establish whatever lets the Maya survive the great drought of the 9th century? Cause with all the wars I'm not sure if they still can, it was the destruction of each other's farms and the whole constructed environment they built that brought about the Maya collapse IOTL. Will it be different ITTL?
Precisely. I've already introduced one PoD that will lessen the amount of warfare, the end of the Petexbatun kingdom, but during his travels Bolon Koh Tzunu'un (again, a cookie for anyone who can guess what that means :p) will encounter ways to improve the land itself.
 
Probably will update soon, sorry for the delays. I did just get a new Maya book while I was out in Maine a few minutes ago. Mostly on writing, but it also has lots of important cultural information. I think it's the 6th or 7th Maya book I've gotten so far. At the rate I'm going I might be able to make a library dedicated to the subject. :p I think I need to tone down my obsession... In any case, I have now learned the proper spelling of the Classic Maya word for hummingbird, so it looks like I'll have to do some editing to change our latest protagonist's name. :(
 
Well, guess it's time to continue on.

The Continued Travels of Bolon Koh Tz'unun


Once he got on the road again leaving Mutul, Tz'unun felt a lot freer. As glorious as the splendor of Mutul was, it had a bit of an oppressive atmosphere, due in no small part to the fact that it's king had just held him captive briefly! The flat farmlands with their sparse trees gradually gave way to more jungle as he passed the Mutul vassal-city of Siaan K'aan, and in this jungle he came by the checkpoint that marked the border of Mutul and Kaan, a very tense place. The white limestone causeway had ended some ways back and he had been traveling on dirt roads cleared out beneath the canopies of large trees. Fierce guards with spears watched all the travelers from the shadows of trees, wary of any 'weasels' trying to cross. Even with his merchant's guise, Tz'unun felt he was being watch carefully. But he was allowed to pass, and he came into the land of Chatan [1].

It was an ancient land that had a certain sense of sadness about it. In this place there were the remains of three great cities that once ruled most of the Maya world, chief among them being Oxte'tuun. It was the place from which Kaan, the Snake Kingdom, had originated. Before they fell into ruin they had built the largest temples which anyone had ever known, a sign to all men and gods of their faithfulness. But these days they were not even a shadow of their former selves. The capital had moved north, and the city itself had crumbled into almost total ruin. Pilgrims going along this road however still regularly visited the place to pay their respects, and the locals were famous all over for the excellent pottery they produced. Bolon Koh Tz'unun decided he would do this as well, as he was traveling to see everything of note anyways, and at the base of the greatest temple he laid a tribute bundle of jade and feathers. And from here there was also a white road that led straight to Chiiknahb, a welcome change from the dirt path he was on since leaving the Mutul kingdom.

And now that he was in the heartland of Kaan, he abandoned his identity as Chicchan when meeting strangers, although he kept his traveler disguise as to not attract unwanted attention. But he resolved to pay a personal visit to the kaloomte' of Kaan when he got to Chiiknahb, the capital city. Around the city were five great, massive reservoirs, providing water for hundreds of thousands of people. The city itself was just as large as, if not larger than, Mutul itself. There were housing complexes all over the place, not just in the hinterland but in and around the central plazas as well. But it felt different. This place was more traditional. Here the people were more connected to their ancient Maya traditions and sneered at foreign ideas and influences. Tz'unun spent much time getting to know the place, hanging around the markets and ballcourts mostly, even gambling on a few boxing matches. He made more money practicing his poetry though. But when he felt confident enough to have a meeting with the kaloomte' himself he announced his true identity to one of the king's bate' [2], who promptly informed him of his arrival.

The kaloomte', the Overlord, of Kaan, was a young and ineffectual man name Wamaw K'awiil. He encouraged many states to attack allies of Mutul, but he himself did very little. Even the administration of his country was mostly handled by others. Little was done to alleviate the conditions making life more miserable here. He preferred to enjoy extravagant luxuries while taking credit for good acts from much more capable men who handled the responsibilities themselves. Needless to say, he was not a man who impressed Bolon Koh Tz'unun. But nevertheless, Tz'unun politely addressed him in the way one properly addresses a man with the highest and most prestigious title one could ever aspire to, and acted accordingly as well. He informed him that he truly was the heir to the rightful kings of Ixnich'i Zotz, the furthest southern ally of Kaan, or at least it once was before they were kicked out by the usurper K'an Jolom. He promised that if Wamaw lent him his support and blessing he would retake his city and restore the alliance that once was. Wamaw, relying on the counsel of his elders, acquiesced to his request, and Tz'unun bowed and left the sad palace.

Despite the revulsion he had for the sad state of Kaan's leadership, Tz'unun felt reluctant to leave the great city of Chiiknahb. But nevertheless, he promised to his family and to himself that he would go all the way he could, and resolved to continue even further north. From here we went eastward, to the port of Chetumal. At Chetumal he managed to get a ride up the coast to Zama, and then to the island of Cozumel, and at Cozumel he paid tribute at the sacred pilgrimage sites before going back to the mainland. From the port to Cozumel the road went inland to the large and powerful city of Coba, that ruled the entire province of Ekab that he was currently in.

Ever since he had arrived in Zama however, he had realized he was in a rather different country. Although the nobles here still spoke the same refined dialect of Mayan that he did, the commoners spoke a seemingly more guttural dialect that was often incomprehensible [3]. Even the nobility seemed to be more drab and not as refined as those of his own land. And the land itself was different as well. Rather than the lush, towering rainforests of the south, this place was just flat, dry jungles of scrubs, thorns, and shorter trees, to his eyes at least.

As he went west on the road past Coba, he came to realize he was in a war zone. This "barren" land west of Coba was fought over by three kingdoms, the large and powerful Coba polity, Ek Balam to the north, and a group of foreigners who had come from the west calling themselves the Itza. The Itza seemed rather Mexican, and their dialect was different from both that of the south and north. Here they had taken over the city of Uucil-Abnal, calling it Chichen Itza, and started fighting for more land. According to the locals, the Itzas brought their lewd ways and sinful priests with them, and they were called rogues, for they had no mothers or fathers or they were disobedient to them [4]. It was also said that the Itza were great warriors, and many travelers on the road warned Tz'unun and told him to be careful going west. He thanked them for the advice, and continued westwards anyways.

When he came to Chichen Itza, Bolon Koh Tz'unun was unsure what to think of it. It was not as large as Mutul, Chiiknahb, or Coba, more like his own home city. It was quite spacious, but it also seemed a little foreign to his eyes, confirming the rumors that the Itza were western migrants from somewhere near Mexico. He was relieved to find that the nobles spoke his own refined southern dialect, and he also learned that the reason these foreign intruders did so well was because their king shared power with the Popol Naah [5], and took their advice well. The place was both well-governed and well-maintained, and he found the roads nice and safe to travel on as he left going ever-further west.

To the west was the hilly region called the Puuc. The Puuc Hills were, as the name implies, covered in karst hills and generally very rocky, though some areas were still more fertile than the lands to the east in these northern regions. In one valley was the large city of Uxmal. This place was ruled by the Tutul Xiu family, who also governed fairly and well. Like Chichen Itza, it was more suburban and dense than some southern cities, though still a bit spacious and had many gardens. In fact all the cities of the Puuc were garden cities, with the royals and the lords and even the common folk taking good care of many kinds of trees and vegetables that grew in the designated lots and parks among the houses of the city. Temples of this region were small as lords preferred to appease the people by making them happy rather than trying to impress them and the gods. Tz'unun stayed in Uxmal for quite a while, learning more of the local dialect and customs, before going south, as he had reached near the coast.

Going south from Uxmal, things became at once a lot more familiar. Soon he arrived at the city of Etzna, called the House of the Itzas, which was a vassal of Kaan, meaning he was once again within Kaan's borders. The locals spoke his tongue and shared his customs, though they had obviously adopted many northern ways. The city was renowned as being a prestigious one for religious and calendrical matters, and many international councils occurred here. The temples were massive, but the largest also doubled as a palace. As in the north, gardens were abundant in the well-ordered city, but what was most impressive were the waterworks. The city was circled by a large moat, and extending from the moat were many sets of canals. In the dry season, the canals provided water for irrigating all the farms, while in the wet season they drained excess water from the farms and supplied the moat that was used for both defense and as a reservoir. Both the moat and the canals were large enough for many canoes to use at once. He realized how ingenious these systems were, wondering why on earth the rest of Kaan did not use similar things.

As much as he was tired however, something compelled Tz'unun to go west. Warriors from the west, especially in Mexico, were well-renowned soldiers, rather than the prideful warriors the Maya were. He resolved to go west to learn what he could of soldiery as much as he learned of leadership in Kaan and growth in the north.
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Phew, I think that's all I can get out for today. The next part will see the end of Bolon Koh Tz'unun's wandering and will see him starting to become the leader he is learning to be. Hopefully that will be the end of his little saga and I can continue on to the broader history of things. Sorry for the lack of pictures. I might add some later, I just felt like getting this update done ASAP for now. Hope y'all liked it.

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[1] You should remember this place from the first post of the TL... ;)

[2] Bate' is some kind of officer's title. Not clear on its exact meaning, but it might be some kind of bailiff or courtier.

[3] Like all ancient Maya from the southern areas, Tz'unun speaks Ch'olan Mayan. However, in the north the commoners spoke Yucatecan, the same dialect most Maya still speak today.

[4] As the appendices to the Books of Chilam Balam say, this was a mild statement as it was claimed by the Yucatec Maya and/or the Spanish that the Itzas had the custom of beheading the men who passed the age of 50, except for the priests. This might be true, or at least was a common insult against "eastern" Mexicans as I've heard the same from a source I can't remember attributed to the Zapotecs.

[5] Popol Naah means "House of the Mat". It is the ruling council found in all Maya states, though Chichen Itza seemed to give theirs more power than the more autocratic states elsewhere.
 
You really put me in the shoes of an 8th-century Maya traveler, very well-done updates. Here's to Bolon Koh Tz'unun becoming a great Maya king and helping them survive the coming drought!:D
 
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