[centre][img]https://i.imgur.com/SJNXoOw.png[/img] The [i]Kavijama[/i] | The [i]Hibrach[/i] [hider=Summary]The singing of a Draug awakens the Dirgelord. In the midst of the sea a tree of ink arises within which is formed the nascent poet of the gods. The soulsong comes into being, and the singing Draug is the first of a new species of troll, the Drighina. The Drighina have overflowing hair of seaweed that covers their faces, and the sound of their voice inspires immediate cathartic relief - the more burdened by worries and woe a person is, the more intense the experience. Naturally, those constantly exposed to Drighina singing will stop being affected with such intensity after some time, though hearing it again after a long time may bring about cathartic relief once more. The Drighina are by nature curious and, like their Draug cousins, good-natured. They are solitary, however, and extremely shy - even of one another. Unlike the Draug, they prefer watery habitats and may be found near rivers and the coast, or in bogs and other wet environments. They are capable of living both in water and on land. They are monogamous and will only reveal their faces to their life-partner. It is very rare to find a Drighina couple, as they retire to the ocean depths on finding their life-partner, and so it is even rarer to hear the song they sing to one another - known as the soulsong. The soulsong is said to heal all ailments in the listener, and one versed in the arts of ink can even capture it and use it in ink. The tongue of a Drighina who has sung the soulsong has many properties, though harvesting it is said to bring about great misfortune and the enmity of all Drighina. Might Expenditure: 1 MP - Create Subspecies: The Drighina. (1 MP towards Song portfolio). 1 MP - Grant Drighina Special Ability: The Soulsong. (1 MP Towards Song portfolio)[/hider][/centre] The singing troll did not intend to make a god. But the song had spoken to a higher power, and the clouds had blackened and the depths of the oceans clenched as all about was foam and darkness. Foam and darkness, yes, and black skies and roiling earth and sand, but there was no silence. Oh there was a shaking in the heavens and a shaking in the earth and it was something mighty and it was something [i]loud[/i]. But don't for a moment think that it was mere [i]noise[/i] - oh no, this was a strumming of the strings of the earth, a blowing of the flutes of the piled-up firmaments, the seashells on the seafloors sprang and clapped in synchrony with those on the seashores. [i]Sing, sing brother troll, call on your beloved - your beloved hears. Oh she was not listening for you, but your singing awoke her and now she listens and now she hears and pines - oh brother troll, she yearns for you; sing! And don't think it strange if in euphoria you should walk on water or walk on air - don't think it strange if the mists should swirl about you and dance; oh don't think it strange if a great darkness should arise from the waters followed by great light, it is not strange, not strange at all, brother troll. Dance around the inky tree brother, dance and twirl, whirl - spin, brother, sing, chant, loose your soul; how will she come, brother, if you don't put your soul into the song? And if you spin around the tree you should not find it strange to wonder and to think (even as you sing and pine for her, brother) - is it you who spins and twirls or is it the tree? We're all spinning, brother troll, we're all singing; sing and the black tree of ink is black no more for you will see the heart that begins to grow when you put your soul into the song.[/i] [centre][img]https://i.imgur.com/nyZealS.png[/img] [i]Twirling in a one-troll throng, basking in the nascent song[/i][/centre] The singing troll did not intend to make a god, but stood on water, in mist, before the great tree of ink and darkness, within which was the creature of shifting colours and beauteous sound, he could not deny the divine Face. Oh and you shake, brother troll, you weep for joy and grief. It is glorious to sing and glorious to see as if after a lifetime's yearning - and oh, it is not a face of ink and darkness. [centre][i]They taught me tears, I scarce knew them before I wish they taught me how to smile and soar They nourished me on childhood love for her Then weaned my soul and left me in her myrrh! Don't think I dance when I shake among you Don't think my trembling joy, that is not true: The slaughtered bird runs dancing out of view.[/i][/centre]