<aside> 💡 The age of Saja Nansa is an age of heroes, magic, monsters and amazing creatures based on Cantabrian mythology. Here are some examples of the creatures and characters we will be able to encounter during the game
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The anjanas are women with beautiful faces and attractive figures. Their hair is long and fine, adorned with flowers and silk ribbons. They dress in delicate and beautiful white silk robes. They wear sandals (although some say they go barefoot) and a staff with extraordinary magical properties with which they calm the beasts of the field by just touching them; with this staff they are said to perform their magic and miraculous healings.
The origin of the anjanas is unknown to anyone; although it is rumored that they are holy women that God sends to the world to do good deeds and after four centuries they return to heaven never to return. It is also said that they are tree spirits who are tasked with taking care of the forests.
They usually feed on honey, strawberries, syrup and other fruits that the forest provides. They live in secret caves which are said to have gold and silver floors and where they accumulate wealth for the needy.
They spend the day walking along the forest paths, sitting down to rest on the banks of fountains and streams seem to come to life in their path. There, at the fountains, they converse with the waters, which then spring up more cheerful and clear. They also help lost travelers, shepherds, wounded animals and trees that the storm, wind or ojáncan has broken.
During the nights, on some occasions, they walk through the towns leaving gifts at the doors of the houses of those who have deserved them for their good deeds. It is also said that the anjanas gather at the beginning of spring in the high pastures of the mountains and dance until dawn holding hands around a pile of roses that they later scatter along the paths. Whoever finds one of these roses with red, green and yellow petals will be happy until the hour of their death.
They are good mountain fairies, they are honey and softness in their spirit, reflections of kindness, mercy, meekness, virtues, very beautiful and complete, they are the good part of the soul of imagination, faith, in these sweetest witches who alleviate sorrows, anxieties, restlessness, longing, hunger, thirst and pain.
They are an eternally calm spirit, of May, of summer night, of transparent backwater. Sensations of the divine. Sowing and ineffable dew in their pale hands, from their green and serene eyes that look lovingly.
The heart of the anjanas is a very large rose, with many drops of honey on the leaves and a dew that says they are the tears of mother Dana.
Before dawn they have dressed their hair, with coral combs and silk ribbons, then they kneel and pray a jaculatory for all the misfortunes of men. They walk slowly along the paths, sit down to rest on the edge of the streams and the birds sing songs that only they manage to understand, they converse with the waters...
The voice of the anjana is said to be the same as the voice of the angels. Sometimes it seems like a nightingale (when they are happy and others it seems like the rustle of leaves in the fall
On the spring solstice, at midnight, they gather in the brañas and dance until dawn holding hands, they scatter roses and whoever manages to find one of these roses that has red, green, yellow and blue petals, will be happy until the hour of their death.
The Devil's Horsemen emerge on the magical night of San Juan in an explosion of fire and smoke, flooding the silence of the night with an infernal roar that releases the fury of being contained for a year.
The Devil's Horsemen carry dragonfly wings with which they fly through the night in search of the four-leaf clovers they eat to prevent mortals from finding them and giving them fortune and health.
Legends tell that the Horsemen were seven corresponding to the colors: red, white, black, blue, green, yellow and orange. The first of them, the red horse, the most robust and large is the leader who directs the rest in their search mission. Locals who have seen the horsemen say that the devil himself rides on him.
The Horsemen cross paths and roads leaving horseshoe prints on everything they step on. The rocks and stones that are under their hooves are marked as if they were freshly plowed land. Such is the force of their step.
They also have a snort as strong and cold as the winter winds that make the leaves of the trees and bushes move and fall. Sometimes, the locals point out, the horses after such a tiring search, stop exhausted and their dripping saliva turns into gold bars that if found by a man will bring him luck and make him immensely rich, but when he dies, his soul goes straight to hell.
Legends and superstitions point out that these horses coming from hell were actually men who lost their souls due to their sins and were forced to roam Cantabria for the rest of eternity. The red horse was a man who loaned money to farmers and then seized their properties with dirty tricks; the white one was a miller who stole many sacks from his lord's mill; the black one was an old hermit who deceived people; the yellow one was a corrupt judge; the blue one, a tavern keeper; the green one, a lord of many lands who dishonored and took advantage of many young women and the orange one was a son who out of hatred beat his parents.
The Culebre is a mysterious dragon that legends place in a cave in the cliffs of San Vicente de la Barquera.
It is related to the great dragons of other lands. Like these, it has a single head and a huge mouth with terrible teeth from which it expels fire and sulfur. Its eyes have the color of burning embers. Its entire body is covered with scales and on its back it has small bat wings that allow it to fly.
It is said that the Culebre, after several centuries of longevity, has lost part of its powers. This happens especially on the night of San Juan when it is said that the enchantments fail while, according to talk, the night of San Bartolome it leaves its cave with its powers increased, causing storms and unleashing terror among the quiet people of San Vicente.
Legend has it that for a time the Culebre demanded a virgin maiden as tribute to devour her, but once, one of the maidens invoked the Apostle Santiago to save her from such a cruel death and then, the Culebre, as if wounded in the chest, released a cloud of sulfur from its mouth and writhing, wounded and humiliated, it went into the cave to never again ask tribute from the people.
The Devil's Horsemen emerge on the magical night of San Juan in an explosion of fire and smoke, flooding the silence of the night with an infernal roar that releases the fury of being contained for a year.
The Devil's Horsemen carry dragonfly wings with which they fly through the night in search of the four-leaf clovers they eat to prevent mortals from finding them and giving them fortune and health.
Legends tell that the Horsemen were seven corresponding to the colors: red, white, black, blue, green, yellow and orange. The first of them, the red horse, the most robust and large is the leader who directs the rest in their search mission. Locals who have seen the horsemen say that the devil himself rides on him.
The Horsemen cross paths and roads leaving horseshoe prints on everything they step on. The rocks and stones that are under their hooves are marked as if they were freshly plowed land. Such is the force of their step.
They also have a snort as strong and cold as the winter winds that make the leaves of the trees and bushes move and fall. Sometimes, the locals point out, the horses after such a tiring search, stop exhausted and their dripping saliva turns into gold bars that if found by a man will bring him luck and make him immensely rich, but when he dies, his soul goes straight to hell.
Legends and superstitions point out that these horses coming from hell were actually men who lost their souls due to their sins and were forced to roam Cantabria for the rest of eternity. The red horse was a man who loaned money to farmers and then seized their properties with dirty tricks; the white one was a miller who stole many sacks from his lord's mill; the black one was an old hermit who deceived people; the yellow one was a corrupt judge; the blue one, a tavern keeper; the green one, a lord of many lands who dishonored and took advantage of many young women and the orange one was a son who out of hatred beat his parents.
Dwarf loners who live in the nozzles of trees in dense Cantabrian forests. Their name comes from their ability to play the bugle, a wind musical instrument similar to a seashell, with hundreds of different notes, something that even the oldest seamen don't know how to do.
They dedicate themselves to helping people in need, giving them advice and omens with wisdom, since they know and understand the problems of men. Their wisdom also allows them to forge alliances with some good understanding fairy, and together they discuss at length about things related to their culture. Despite so much kindness, if someone offends or deceives them, they become evil with that person, making them suffer for their mistake.
Legends rumour that there is an evil dwarf in the mountains of Iguña who lives next to a hill called Lindalaseras. He spends his nights corrupting the water of the fountain by filling it with scorpions and during the day he plays the bugle producing a magical sound so pleasant that it attracts young people and shepherds. When they arrive, with a jump he presents himself to them and talks to them with flattery, unconsciously causing them thirst and then incites them to drink from the fountain. And so, it is rumoured that those who drink from the fountain become pessimistic, surly and are victims of melancholy and later death.
The Clouders are mischievous and malicious geniuses who, mounted on gray clouds, enjoy provoking storms with the intention of scaring animals with their lightning and destroying men's crops with hail.
They are small, with a malicious face and obese appearance. They always appear mounted on their clouds that they create themselves and from them they control hail, lightning and rain. They create their clouds thanks to a special power they have and they don't need components to carry it out. They can also summon lightning at will, and will not hesitate to use them as weapons if they are attacked or disturbed.
The Clouders usually commit their misdeeds at will, even several of them can meet to form a large storm cloud to have fun with.
The Ojancans are perhaps the most evil creatures that inhabit Cantabria. They are completely opposed to the Anjanas. If these are affection, sweetness, humility, and kindness, the Ojancan is hate, anger, and destruction. The Ojancan rejoices in the misfortunes of men and enjoys the destruction of their things.
Their appearance is as terrible as their conduct. Their face is round, yellowish in color, and with long reddish beards. The hair is also red but less intense. It has a single eye in the middle of the forehead in which it is said its hatred and evil are glimpsed. This eye shines at night as if it were red-hot.
It is also said that he has a white hair among his thick beards; this is the weak point of the Ojancan because if this hair is plucked, he dies immediately.
The voice of the Ojancan is in turn as terrible as if it were thunder and sounds like a winter gale blowing in the mountains.
The Ojancans are so strong that no weight is impossible for them to lift. Many of the fallen trees on the banks of the rivers when there is a gale have been knocked down by some Ojancan and that is when there is wind, their beards get tangled and these enraged unleash their wrath on the trees and everything they get their hands on.
The Ojancans feed on acorns, holly leaves, sheep, and cows that graze where they live. On occasion, they descend into the valleys and steal corn cobs.
These creatures inhabit deep caves whose entrance is always disguised by undergrowth, shrubs, and large rocks. When the Ojancans are bored they dedicate themselves to pulling rocks from the mountains and placing them in the springs, shortcuts, or the doors of the shelters. Other times, it spoils the bridges, steals sheep, and destroys the sowing of the peasants.
It is said that the Ojancan can transform into an old beggar, when he does this he enters the towns and at night kills sheep, chickens, and cows, destroys the fruits and flees at dawn before anyone wakes up.
The male myth, fierce, grumpy, gigantic, always thinking about evil deeds, this is the antithesis of goodness, of the sweetness of the Anjana.
Where she puts affection, reward, humility, and gift, the Ojancan puts resentment, punishment, arrogance, and theft.
The face is round, yellowish in color, with long, reddish beards like a flame, the hair is a less intense red. His single eye, in the middle of his forehead, shines like a candle and is surrounded by pale wrinkles with little blue dots. The voice of the Ojancan is similar to a thunder that is heard in the distance.
At dawn he gets up and starts walking through the woods, with panting like that of a tired bear. To entertain himself he drags rocks and brings them closer to roads and pastures where the cattle take shelter. He also has the habit of spoiling the juentis, breaking the tiles of the houses, and leaving the cows destitute.
