Songs of Enlightenment

ChonoKhan

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Many years ago, a small band of Khurite bards wandered Myrland in search of enlightenment. They wandered hither and thither. From Bakti to Fabernum, to Meduli to Morin Khur. No town nor village could fill their hunger for musical enlightenment. No man nor woman could instil in them inspiration nor enlighten them to the most beautiful of music.

One day, sitting around their campfire in the evening, close to Calx Bridge, a vision appeared to them in the fire. A figure of glamorous beauty, with a voice sweet like honey. It told them to visit 3 lands inhabited only by nature and the spirits. They were to sit and listen in each location, until nightfall... and then they would perform for the spirits around them. The figure then disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

The next day, the band of bards set out for the first location. The Myrland Jungle.

After nearly a day's travel, they arrive at the heart of the jungle Within the dense jungle forest, birds of variety sing. The river flows softly and the air is thick and warm. Plants and trees of rare beauty and splendour greet them, granting a multitude of wonderous fragrance.

The band set up a small camp and rest. The sit silently and listen to the jungle around them. A few hours pass and dusk arrives. They grab their instruments and close their eyes. They begin playing their instruments, as if possessed.





They awake the next day, feeling empowered and refreshed. Their stomachs feeling no need for nourishment, their minds clear as water. They set out for the second location.


4 days later, they arrive in Cave Camp. It's vast fertile hills, with rivers surrounded by rocky mountains and strong winds. Atop the highest mountain they climbed, reaching it's icy peak. The wind howled and blasted them with icy chills.

Undeterred, they continued to wait. An hour went by... the wind had become soft, the chill disappeared. Even the snow-ridden ground beneath their boots had melted away, leaving a patch of greenery.

They setup camp once more and listened.

And once more, when dusk arrived, they became possessed and played their instruments.





Once more they awoke, feeling refreshed and stronger than ever! They had now feasted upon the knowledge of song... but wanted more!

They gathered their things and set off toward the great desert of Meduli for the final ritual that would empower them to god-like beings.


6 days later, they arrive at Granum Rock. The barren desert before them... the open sky. Not even a single creature in sight...

They set up camp and wait. They listen to the shifting sands, the clouds migrating in the sky and the wind whistling in the distance. Dusk finally arrives, bringing with it a terrible cold. The stars littered the night sky. The moon radiated with a cold but beautiful energy.

The band closed their eyes and possession took hold of them.



The next day, all was silent.

The Band of Bards did not wake...

Their bodies cold as ice, their instruments withered and ancient.
 
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