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The 8th Evil Sage
Torrent pats Arshen on the back and leans towards him. "We're in a village with at least two dozen of these guys," she says quietly. "Now, right now, all we're definitely going to do is sit down in a cave. Yes, it could be a trap, but on the other hand we'll outnumber them three to one. Maybe later we'll have cause for concern, but for now let's try to make friends. I'd like to figure out a way out of this hellhole that doesn't involve killing everything in the forest."
Once you reach the cave Papuvin and Tiljann take seats on the cushions. "Now that we're more comfortable, let's see what I can do about answering your questions. First, we sing the Song of Forms to give a shape to the creature named Indomitability pinned at the bottom of the lake. The sword is what actually pins it, but without the Song of Forms Indomitability would dissipate and leave. As for Indomitability, I think Tijann already told you everything I know. Its presence at the bottom of the lake is what keeps all of us alive now. If it leaves we'll die, and I won't allow that.
"There's another way! I, just ... haven't found it yet," Tijann interjects.
Papuvin sighs. "Anyway, as for singing, we Sing. We're Seela. We've have sung the Song of Form, or variants of it, for centuries, though never so fervently as they do now. The original purpose of the song was to give body to the native spirit of the forest for our festivals, and to evoke in listeners nearly real images of the events told. The first words of the song are: 'Life is a dream that has found its form. I sing these dreams, these tales, these legends that they might born.'
"The lyrics in the verses can change, and often each singer will personalize the song to tell their favorite tales, but the singer must use the appropriate rhythm and pitch. Essentially it's an extemporaneous choral composition. The song has eight refrains which must be repeated in series. There are also some lines that tend to not change. For example, one common line is, 'So as we were born from the First Tree, so as from our homeland’s breast was cut a living blade, as this our lives are bound to thee, the forest’s heart in Timbre’s glade.' We've been singing that line for years.
"I think that answers your questions as best I can, unless you have any others?"
"I think they wanted to learn the Song of Forms," Tiljann says. "I can teach them, Papuvin, if you don't have time. It will take a couple of hours."
Once you reach the cave Papuvin and Tiljann take seats on the cushions. "Now that we're more comfortable, let's see what I can do about answering your questions. First, we sing the Song of Forms to give a shape to the creature named Indomitability pinned at the bottom of the lake. The sword is what actually pins it, but without the Song of Forms Indomitability would dissipate and leave. As for Indomitability, I think Tijann already told you everything I know. Its presence at the bottom of the lake is what keeps all of us alive now. If it leaves we'll die, and I won't allow that.
"There's another way! I, just ... haven't found it yet," Tijann interjects.
Papuvin sighs. "Anyway, as for singing, we Sing. We're Seela. We've have sung the Song of Form, or variants of it, for centuries, though never so fervently as they do now. The original purpose of the song was to give body to the native spirit of the forest for our festivals, and to evoke in listeners nearly real images of the events told. The first words of the song are: 'Life is a dream that has found its form. I sing these dreams, these tales, these legends that they might born.'
"The lyrics in the verses can change, and often each singer will personalize the song to tell their favorite tales, but the singer must use the appropriate rhythm and pitch. Essentially it's an extemporaneous choral composition. The song has eight refrains which must be repeated in series. There are also some lines that tend to not change. For example, one common line is, 'So as we were born from the First Tree, so as from our homeland’s breast was cut a living blade, as this our lives are bound to thee, the forest’s heart in Timbre’s glade.' We've been singing that line for years.
"I think that answers your questions as best I can, unless you have any others?"
"I think they wanted to learn the Song of Forms," Tiljann says. "I can teach them, Papuvin, if you don't have time. It will take a couple of hours."