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The [i]Kavijama[/i]  |  The [i]Hibrach[/i]

[hider=Summary]The drighina have discovered the westernmost continent and dub it Kubrajzar (lit. the Great Land). The Worldsong comes about - essentially animism style spirits occupy everything that exists. Anything that exists now contains a soul/s. These souls can be heard by those who train themselves (i.e. become Spiritsingers). The spirits communicate in beautiful song, and are communed with in song too - hence the term Spiritsinger for those who are trained to hear and commune with them. Communing with spirits through Spiritsinging allows the singer to request the spirit do things for them. If the Spiritsinger is skilled in the poetic arts and has a beautiful voice, the spirit is more likely to carry out their request.
Spirits everywhere love poetry and song, and so will actively protect a singing poet from harm (e.g. if people pelt a singing poet with stones, the stones will stop before hitting him unless the spirits are overpowered). This [i]does not[/i] make singing poets completely invulnerable. This is a general thing that applies to anyone who is singing poetry beautifully, and the person doesn't need to be a spiritsinger or even magically attuned.

Might Expenditure:
1 MP - Create the Worldsong: Animism-style Spirits in all things, they communicate in song and are communed with in song. (1 MP towards Song portfolio).
1 MP - Create Song Magic: Spiritsinging, a learned ability that allows one to hear the Worldsong and communicate with spirits. (1 MP Towards Song portfolio)[/hider][/centre]

And for all the singing and joy that accompanied the coming of the Hibrach into the world, and for all his unending lyrics and passion-infused verses, the world was awful empty and awful quiet. The poet flowed across the waters in the company of a troll singing in a westerly direction, who in time set foot upon a great land. That first possessor of the pioneering spark would be followed by many a wandering drighina in the days that came - and in their beauteous tongue they would call it Kubrajzar. They were not a race drawn to company, these drighina, neither their own nor that of others, but as they came - one by one, day by passing day - they could find no other name for it; and one after another they named it - Kubrajzar! - and each bethought himself the first to name it so and each bethought himself the first to behold its greatness and beauty in wonderment.

[centre][i]Before the tree of ink I prayed
When I awoke to song
And gloried long beneath its shade
There the bless'd among
There with the god I drank a while
A drought of poetry
And learned from him great art and style
As none before did see-
But standing on this wave-torn cliff
An ant beneath the skies,
See jungles strewn, I wonder if
Among the poets wise
There ever was a tongue or hand
That rightly named one stone or strand
That was not Kubrajzar!

The traveller, he travelled far
He braved the wat'ry deep
His heart with verses was ajar
It climbed the cliff face steep
Right out the lake from whence flesh sprang
Arose the newborn art
And with the stream he danced and sang
The bidding of his heart:
Oh kick the earth and kiss the star
And show them what true passions are
For you have seen the Kubrajzar
Oh see the Kubrajzar![/i][/centre]

The world, you ink-eyed, open-hearted ones, can only listen to so much song and view so much dance before it is ready to burst. Have pity on the stone, brother troll, for there too is a song waiting on a listener. The world trembles beneath the weight of its songs - hear the stone, hear the wind, brother troll, and hear the grasshopper. The world has songs aplenty for those versed in the listening arts - and the world, brother troll, is a teacher of the listening arts. Oh it has done nothing but listen, brother troll, it has listened till the cup filled to the brim; you hear only what spills over the rim. There is a lesson there, brother troll; sing only when your cup is full to overflowing - the World has song enough to fill the cups of present, past, and future bards.