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Chapter 10

The Sorrowsong-1
Added Fri Dec 9 19:56:33 2022 at level 51:

Zanzar wrapped his fur cloak tightly around him as he marched slowly down a
snow covered mountain road at the far ends of Thera, returning to the borders
of the known explored world. This was a tradition for Zanzar every Yule-tide,
nobody knew where he went for the month. He had an elite blade finally, and he
had left him watching the sect while he attended his personal matters. He
needed time to reflect, away from the War, away from the Palace. Far away from
what was known to the average Theran, to the places people only whisper of in
rumors. He had learned much in his time away, he had a special place to spend
his time that had forged him into the man he was today, the place he learned
the Sorrowsong. Zanzar took Sorrowsong for his last name, but only he truly
knew the meaning of it. As an Anathema, when he escaped his slave ship, Zanzar
had needed a place to hide out while he assessed his situation. He had marched
on and on, into the mountains until the roads stopped and further still.
Further than anyone dared to go, even the reach of the Empire was not this
long. He came across a tribe of no more than thirty, not savage by any means,
but simple. They welcomed him without question, which was strange to Zanzar in
his youth even, but beggars could not be choosers, and he could trust nobody
in Thera in his vulnerable state.

He learned that this tribe had fled from Thera because the advancement of the
world would inevitably lead to chaos and carnage. They were structured, but
simple. Everybody had jobs or tasks, and everybody contributed. Because of
this, they lived in a bubble utopian society. Zanzar always had a quick
tongue, and was well traveled from his journey there. He wanted to learn to
perform and influence others more. This was when he became a Bard by trade,
learning the ways of the song. Music was not celebratory though for this
tribe, it was a haunting remembrance of the consequences of allowing chaos to
seep into structured society. A true tragedy. They called their music the
Sorrowsong, and Zanzar spent two years there learning to sing their songs. It
was like nothing the Theran world had heard, haunting melodies of an ancient
time passed on through the generations. It was powerful and moving.