Manann is the god of the sea, mightiest and most capricious of the powers worshipped by seafaring men. Lord of storm and tide, he is as changeable as the ocean itself, calm and generous one hour, murderous and raging the next. Sailors, fishermen, and merchants who trust their lives to the waves pray to him without cease, for they know his favour alone stands between them and the cold deep.
His worship is strongest in the great port cities and along the storm-lashed coasts of the Empire of Man, where no captain would dream of setting sail without first making offering to the sea-god. Sailors fear to speak ill of him aboard ship, cast tribute upon the waters before a voyage, and whisper his name when the sky darkens and the swell begins to rise.
The priests of Manann are a rough and weathered brotherhood, as at home upon a heaving deck as in a temple, and they bless ships, crews, and voyages against the perils of the deep. Yet they can no more command the sea than any mortal, and Manann's wrath, once roused, drowns the devout and the blasphemer without distinction.
To those who live by the water, Manann is the vast and untameable truth beneath every voyage, the reminder that the sea gives freely and takes without mercy, and that the deep keeps forever all that it claims.
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