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The Legend of Mann.
Carn:
Shaking his head, the Anglean continues with his tale.
"The Mann, the true, original Mann, went missing over a century ago. He went north, farther than any map shows. Some believe he went to expand his kingdom, others that he was getting old and tired and wanted a good death. Whichever it may be, the aftermath of his disappearance created a civil war in his kingdom. The Cult of The Mann, who was lead by a triarchy of high priests, fractured. Each high priest crowning himself the next Mann. And so a similar pattern has formed down the centuries. Each captain proclaiming himself, as The Mann. I've met a few who called themselves The Mann, but they also went by other names, fairly stupid ones at that. As for the dynamite, nobody knows. It may have just been a prop, or perhaps he was baiting fate, or he completely off of his rocker."
The Mann:
"T'is a shame, we know no more about this figure so many know of but have never seen."
The bard stopped playing the piano and became sad.
"Perhaps one day, someone will go on a quest to trace the Legends foot steps, who know what lands lie to the f'rever northern winds. Could their be sky beasts? I guess we shall never know..."
The bard sighs, and calls for 6 bottles of rums to share with the table of people.
"perhaps his land in the firnfelds has population, I wonder what knowledge such people would possess."
Carn:
"I've heard rumors that The Cult of The Mann still exists in those parts. They wait for their leader to return and lead them to paradise. Sometimes a False Mann will come to them and proclaim himself. After he fails to prove he is the True Mann, they burn him alive in a strange pink fire. This fire was supposedly lit by The Mann himself, and has not gone out since."
The Mann:
"Wow!" the bard became bewildered.
Carn:
"Most accounts agree on one very important detail. The Mann, was very fond of the color pink. As to why, nobody has a clue."
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