This tale is an older Myth from the Jharhandi region. Due to its age, variations of this myth are found across Paorr.
There lived a man of great skill and courage. He lived in the valley and was the envy of other men. His muscles were plentiful, his legs carried him great distances at great speed, and his quick wit left him the joy of many and the bane of others. He gladly took any maden he wished as his looks could not be denied.
However, one day there was a maiden who denied him. This upset the man, who was not used to rejection. He pursued her for twelve days and twelve nights. He serenaded her. He wrote her sonates and poems. He completed her chores and completed great tasks to show off his strength. He bestowed many gifts upon her and her household, all to no avail.
One day, the maiden spoke with her grandmother as to how to deal with the man. The Grandmother gave her advice, that she passed onto the man. The Maiden challenged him to head north to a great and dense forest. In the center of this forest lied a great treasure. Were he to retrieve this treasure, she would agree to court him.
So the man went on his great journey. Upon arriving at the forest, a wise old man stopped him at his path. “Go not into the wood,” said the old man, “For inside lives the mighty Bachaav.” “I fear no such creature,” said the man, “For I am strong, swift, and smart. Only by retrieving the treasure at the center of this forest, will I succeed in my goals.”
Drawing his scimitar, he walked around the old man. As he heads into the forest the old man yells from behind, “He will hunt you until you kill him or he kills you!”
Deep into the jungle went the man. After several hours of exploring, he came upon a clearing. In the clearing, a large creature stood, eating of the fruit of a tree.
The creature had the head of a bull, and shoulders much larger than that of a mortal man. He had hands as a man would, but his legs ended in muscular hooves. Out of its bull-head were two, menacing horns as an Oxen might.
The man had discovered the Bachaav. The creature was a cursed man, doomed to tend to the needs of the jungle and protect the treasure deep within. The Bachaav would challenge any wishing harm to the jungle, it would end those hunting its treasures, but it would also help those in need passing through.
The man sought to take the beast by surprise, and with the beast’s back turned, he sprang upon it with a large rock. The rock shattered against its head.
The beast drew it’s mighty khopesh, Phaadanevaala,and swung it. The man barely rolled away as the beast cleaved a nearby tree straight through the trunk.
The Bachaar lunged forward, burying Phaadanevaala into the Orr. The man had been missed by the length of a maiden’s hair. In a moment of quick thinking, the man jumped onto Phaadanevaala and leapt at the Bachaar. With a mighty slash, he attempted to cleave the head of the beast.
However, the blade barely sunk into its neck before it was stopped by inhuman muscles. The Bachaar gave a roar that filled the jungle. With a swipe of his mighty arm he tossed the man from him, separating him from his weapon.
Now disarmed, the man ran into the jungle, fleeing and escaping the creature. As he ran, he could hear the Bachaar give chase behind him. Where the man jumped and evaded trees, brush, and stone the Bachaar would bash, crush, and push down any obstacle.
Thinking quickly, the man hid in a hollowed stump. When the Bachaar came past, he was blinded by his own rampage and passed by that man without second thought. When the noise of the Bachaar’s chase died away, the man left the stump and escaped deeper into the jungle.
For three days time the man evaded the rampaging Bachaar. He ate of the jungle and slept high in the canopy. For three days time the Bachaar hunted him relentlessly. Never did he appear to tire and even when Dimitrius set he took no rest.
Just after dawn on the fourth day, the man stumbled on a chasm, deeper than he could see and wider than he could leap. However, on the far side, appeared a rope bridge. The bridge was lowered into the chasm, and a pulley system looked to control it from below. The chasm circled an island of land in the center. In the center of the island sat the largest gems the man had ever seen. Each gem was filled with mystical power, and they awaited setting into the perfect necklace made of Gold and Silver.
To the man’s right was a slope, that he could see lead deep into the chasm below. The man armed himself only with a spear he had fashioned himself and a few perfect rocks for his makeshift sling. When he was ready, he descended into the chasm.
After reaching the bottom and exploring the bottom, he found it a graveyard. Bones of warriors, predators, and some unknown creatures scattered about. They had been cast from the opening above. The man could find no way to scale the chasm from below. However, in the far end, a winch was located.
After repairing the winch, the man toiled to activate the mechanism. Above, the bridge was lifted into place. After successfully lifting the bridge, the man locked the winch into place. Before he left he cast aside his twig and rocks to grab a rusty sword and a dented shield.
Reascending the slope, the man made his way through the jungle to where the bridge was. Upon reaching the opening before the bridge, he was stopped in his tracks at the sight before him. The Bachaar stood before him on the bridge. His neck still showed signs of dried blood and he glared into the jungle, expectantly.
The man walked from his hiding place among the jungle and stood at the bridge. The Bachaar flexed its muscles,but made no move to approach. The man sighed, knowing he would have to kill the creature with inferior weapons then he had tried killing it before. The creature bellowed out once more, the sound filling the jungle.
The man wielded his blade, and brought down the sword on the very bridge in which the creature stood. With a few expert strikes, he had severed one of the ropes. The man instantly started on the next.
When the Bachaar saw what the man was attempting, he raced forward. Bellowing in anger, the creature shook the rope bridge with every step. The effort was in vain, as the man’s blows would bring the bridge down before the distance could be closed.
With a final swing aided by the beating of the creature’s hooves, the bridge snapped away. The Bachaar disappeared into the gloom below, and its body was shattered as it hit below.
The man rejoiced at his victory, however he soon found his mood soured. Although he had slain the beast, he was now left across the chasm. The treasure stood, out of reach, on the other side. The man had nothing to show for his toils.