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[Mani] The Mammoth, Walrus & Penguin


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Greater Mani

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"I still do not know how to explain it. We hailed him as our mightiest hunter, who's strength was untested.
We hunted beast, after beast, savoured meat and left unworthy trophies for the winters to claim.
Yet it all changed, when the storm came, sudden. Unrelenting.
Blinding us, halting our advance. The cold seeping the strength from our very bones.
I hid, I burrowed under the snow, fear gripping my heart while the leader of our  band found himself face to face with a beast.
A beast with eyes of red, glinting with challenge."

-The mad ramblings of a cowardly hunter.

Since ages past, when men first started to adapt, to change, and create things outside of their forms. Ganshara was there to witness it, to watch over them, to see the first of humanity rising for the front with their desires and wants. Patiently watching, taking in the actions of what was once more primal creatures slowly starting to adapt to change. The prince did not go into a fury whence the men that had grown hunted its kin, for it knew the need of the hunt, for survival, to feed and keep your kind fed and watered. Especially in the frozen lands that it called its people's home. Yet when the very same people began to swell with pride, with their ego grows too high, when they begin to squander the very bounty that they had claimed....He grew. Frustrated. And thus began the days when he would come out and challenge those hunters, those men who knew naught but pride, bringing the storm, the blizzard and his might to face them and see how long they hold onto their pride and folly as they were brought under heel.

Ganshara is known through the ramblings of broken men, who hid and barely survived through the biting cold to tell their tale. All but broken with the strength they once held warped from their bodies leaving them weak and unable to continue as they had. Taken as a legend some youth's, with eyes of wonder seek the stories as a challenge to claim for their own. But those wise of mind and word take the tales as a warning that they are, not to be too proud, not to let themselves lose themselves in their own arrogance. But to keep to their path, and take only what they came for. Lest they bring the wrath of the land upon them.

Ganshare himself, as the oldest and largest of his kin, their prince and guide, is not too different in stature and appearance to his other kin by overall shape. But where he differs is in size, standing taller than all over kin, with tusks of a bright white lustier that matches the beauty of pure snow, fur so thick that very little can pierce their hide. While the bright red shine of his eyes seemed to focus with smouldering attention. 

Lesser Mani
Sed'nakki, Princess of Walrus
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"Our ships kept taking on water and sinking despite the fact that we were nowhere near the shallows.
We had nothing to hit, nothing to crash our hull into, to scrap ourselves upon.
Yet somehow we still did. 
We couldn't stop it from happening, it was though we were being punished for something we had done.
Until one day, it just stopped happening, as quickly as it came. 
Was it all just our incompetence, or was this a warning? And if so.
What for?"

-Words from a Sailor of Norland after many unexplained sunken ships sank to their depths. 


Sed'nakki is not one to be tested, but is also not one to be act unless roused either. She enjoys her peace, her relaxation upon the ice and her feasts within the wild for her and her children. Yet when the ice and waters that she and her children call their own is threatened, she is roused, seeking out the bodies that men use to spread out into the waters and skewering them in retaliation, in warning, keeping herself out of sight, in the depths. Only letting her tusks rise up to pierce their vessels and watching from afar to see if they heed the warning. Should they not, she will return, and repeat, again, and again, until the warning is taken and kept. 

But that does not mean she can not be reasoned with, should a gentle and pure soul seek her out. As had happened in the past, they can quell her fury with gifts, offerings, but most importantly, by delivering her warnings and calling back the men that had driven her to that state.  She often guides wise women, children, and weathered men through words passed by the water to deliver these words. Rarely revealing her full form outside of all but the purest. 

Her true form is massive and intimidating. bringing fear just from the sight of her as her tusks tower over any weapon or blade that one might be able to wield to try and test them. Her skin a deep grey that allows her to slip under the waters without being seen. Knowing the reactions her form may bring from the sight of her she rarely allows herself to be seen by men. 

Bai'Janik, Prince of Penguins
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"I saw...I saw lush fields, full of wheat, flourishing food and gentle swaying trees. A soft, golden land of wheat and green trees. 
It was beautiful!
If only that was the only thing I had seen....
Why did it show me that? A land full of smoke, filth, and oil?
Why was I shown something so bleak?"

-Words from a woman who saw herself as a Seer in Haense

The lord of his raft and his waddle sits comfortably in the middle of the scales of balance, gazing towards the beauty that is nature and watching over it, while baring his back to all that is civilization and the poison it brings to what he deems to be truly beautiful. He is a bird with a desire for beauty, of art, and seems it in all of the earthy creations he sees while resting in the pure white snow and ice of his flock. All the penguins, travelling through the seasons and nesting, from the different appearances, and colours, all fall under his sway, his views. And they know it. Giving them the courage to enter villages and attempting to nest in their very homes as if it was their own at times. 

Rare is it that the lord is roused to anger, most not bringing themselves to harm his kindred due to their rather captivating appearances, yet when he is roused, either from harm befalling his kin, or for the poison that plagues his view to getting too strong he will act. History has shown this to appear in several fashions, yet the most common, and the most remembered time he came out and showed his mark was when both of his loves were stained at once. 

Men had gathered waste yet they had no way of disposing it, no way of removing it without contaminating their own towns or the food supply they had in the rivers. Instead of seeking ways to safely deal with them...they took the waste upon their ships, and headed to the north, headed into the could. And dumped it. Poisoning the waters and making them slick, and in the process, marking a raft of penguins that had been nearby.  When the ship returned with the men who had taken this task, their eyes had clouded over, and they could barely speak. Carrying the lesson not to repeat what had been done with them. 

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Love it! Lots of effort must have gone into writing it, great work mate!

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