Maccân of Klinsor, more popularly known as "Maccân the False Healer", was a charlatan who lived circa 250 a.S. He posed as a healer, peddling poultices and performing "magic" for money. Maccân's name is the supposed origin of the term "Macanti", which is applied to such con artists nowadays.

Appearance. Maccân is noted for his voluminous robes which were sewn with stars and assorted magical symbols, as well as the wide brimmed, slightly crushed hat of a similar sort. Various descriptions place him as fair skinned and quite thin, while others call him a swarthy man and more heavy set. Accounts of his hair colour are equally varied and even whether or not he had a beard is unsure. Maccân is said to have been not only a shrewd actor, but quite good at disguising himself. Some accounts suggest that Maccân was not a single individual but rather a name shared among several different men using the same type of charlatanry. Return to the top

Personality. By all accounts, Maccân was an expert showman and a liar of great skill. He may also have been a dabbling herbalist judging by accounts of his selling potions and poultices (often responsible for turning one's hair green, or dying the teeth and gums black). Maccân' s performances often involved invoking some manner of spirits or powers "beyond the ken of mortals". On more than one occasion such declarations led to Maccân being driven out by a mob. Return to the top

Biography. The life of Maccân of Klinsor might be reconstructed as follows[1]:

Maccân is born (ca. 220-230). Maccân is born to the family of a relatively prosperous craftsman, in the town of Horth. There is no official date that can be confirmed, and records are sparse, so any details are little more than hearsay.

Maccân's family dies in a fire (ca. 250). The prosperous house to which Maccân belonged is consumed in a fire. Maccân himself says that he was saved by his own skill with magic. Those who observe the blaze say that Maccân was drinking in a tavern after an argument with his father.

Maccân in Ximax (255). Old watch records make note of a rowdy youth whole called himself Maccân and listed Horth as his place of residence several times during this period who harassed members of the school at Ximax.

Maccân the Magnificent (ca. 260). "Maccân the Magnificient" begins offering healing to the residents of the slums of Ximax. He is soon run out of town by the angered clergy of a local temple and some of the Watch. Maccân is reported to be fleeing north-east out of the peninsula.

Maccân the Healer (ca. 265). Maccân the Healer is recorded in the records of several small towns from Caelum to Elsreth, most often in angry notes about missing valuables and faulty "potions". The most notable of these claims that a poultice to remove baldness has turned the scalp of a man bright purple.

Maccân the Many? (ca. 270-275). Maccân is reported in such diverse places as Milkengrad, Horth, Santhala and Ciosa, often at the same time. Accounts of his appearance differ. Some are short, some are thin. Some claim divine powers, others seem to be from the Magical Academy of Ximax.

Maccân... the Nethorian? (ca. 270). A healer appears in the town of Klinsor, claiming to be a Nethorian healer. Accounts are conflicting as to what happened to this particular sham, however, town records mention that the local cleric of Nethor upon arriving in town proceeded to "beat him about the head and arms with a pillow, while shouting profanities" until the offender had fled in fear of his life.

Maccân of Klinsor (ca. 273). A charlatan appears in the records of Klinsor, claiming to have been taught secrets of healing by the elves of the "Authorian Woods" [sic]. He brews a series of foul concoctions before being stopped and dragged before the authorities by a Kaierian Warrior[2]. The elf, along with several disgruntled townsmen aids the town watch in unmasking the charlatan (actually a former merchant from Antiragon) and seeing him brought to justice.

"Maccân" still active (289). A Nethorian Yearbook records the report of an angry clergy member who encountered a man who called himself Maccân and claimed to offer healing. Speculation puts Maccân's death some ten years previous as a result of a lynching near Santhala.
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Importance. Maccân's influence is quite obvious. "Magical" charlatans, especially those cut from the same cloth as Maccân himself, healers, soothsayers and others who claim to practice "magic" are called Maccânti. Maccân's particular brand of con has been used so much that in most of Santharia it is instantly recognizable to the detriment of some. The White Nethorians and Mind Smoothers are particularly likely to be accused as Maccânti, often leading to the unfortunate healer being run out by a rather displeased group of townsfolk.

"By the Twelve and the Horned One! This weirdling indeed brings the sick first, who aren't sick at all, to make them healthy again, and then he makes the healthy poor! I can't believe it, if I hadn't seen it myself! - Well, to understand my anger, picture this:

First I see this wench dancing at the 'Red Herrings' tavern in Dasai. Well, she was nice to look at, no doubt, that's why I remembered her. A Black Rover lass for sure, can't say I'd like these folks. They will do anything for a silverbard or two, as I soon should be confirmed.

Travelling back to Antiragon a week later, I found that this guy, "Maccân the Healer" as he used to insult himself, had brought this wench with him, the same lousy wench I've seen back then in Dasai. Well, folks told me that he said that he had picked her up somewhere on his way from Marcogg and that she was nearly dying and hadn't long to live anymore. Yeah, and my name is King Santhros!

Well, and I see him there, talking like an elf, doing stuff he calls meditating (ridiculous, really!), then touching the wench on head, arms and breasts (ah well, he probably thought, if I pay her already, some fondling needs to be in as well), and miraculously miss Black Rover is cured instantly... Heh... And these dumb farmers don't see that the great Maccân just lured them in their trap! Instead they shout "Ahhhh!" and "Ohhhh!" and wholeheartedly agree that their wife's breasts are the next ones to be touched! For healing purposes, for sure! And *cling* another bard goes into his pocket! - Grabber! Liar! Swindler! Charlatan!

Believe me, I could tell them what I wanted, them dumb Antiragons, but they obviously all had too much money. The next day he was gone, along with his wench. And again, believe it or not - while some would have liked to slit the guy's throat, others claimed to feel better, 'healed' by the great mage! Kuatuskulls all, I say!"

-- "Healing Practices here and there, but not necessarily everywhere" Observations by Quaniung, published in the Yearbook 289 of the Nehtorian Community, p. 77 f.
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[1] Compendiumist's Note: The records given are not necessarily accurate with regards to date or subject, due to the illusive nature of Maccân and his copycats. [Back]

[2] The elf in question was likely a Pharanhé-króin (Styrash: Travelling Warrior) recently set out from the Ria. [Back]

 Date of last edit 15th Singing Bird 1671 a.S.

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