My brave and noble son, I must tell you about a race of divinely gifted people whose blood yet flows down through history. After sundown, when the sorcerers and the djinni work all shapes of mischief, these faithful knights would spring from the shadows to repel the evil ones. They were warriors by night who ensured a new day for us all. They were our heroes. They were the Mantamaji. LegendoftheMantamaji nycc14

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In 19 days you will learn before entering battle, the Mantamaji would exchange these final words: “When we meet again, let it be in victory.” What started as a simple rallying cry gained deeper meaning over time. “Victory” became the Mantamaji’s term for the place of soul-rest. Even if they did not win the battle, the Mantamaji would live on in Victory, a land beyond the farthest desert, where it is always cool as a twilight moon.

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