"Shall we call this off and have a friendly round?"
Deep in the Wailing Mountains, in a valley beneath the Ruined City,
the ancient Order of the Oyo has for centuries practiced its rites of
holy reverie, communing with the spirit realm in grand festivals of
drink. Born to a mother’s flesh by a Celestial father, the youth known
as Mangix was the first to grow up with the talents of both lineages. He
trained with the greatest aesthetes of the Order, eventually earning,
through diligent drunkenness, the right to challenge for the title of
Brewmaster—that appellation most honored among the contemplative
malt-brewing sect. As much drinking competition as mortal combat, Mangix
for nine days drank and fought the elder master. For nine nights they
stumbled and whirled, chugged and struck, until at last the elder
warrior collapsed into a drunken stupor, and a new Brewmaster was named.
Now the new, young Brewmaster calls upon the strength of his Oyo
forebears to speed his staff. When using magic, it is to his spirit
ancestors that he turns. Like all Brewmasters before him, he was sent
out from his people with a single mission. He wanders the land, striving
toward enlightenment through drink, searching for the answer to the
ancient spiritual schism—hoping to think the single thought that will
unite the spirit and physical planes again.
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