In ancient Norse history, certain clans were persecuted by the gods more than others. Most of the families in these clans would crumble under the superior intellect and supernatural powers of the gods, but some would rise above it. These became warlike clans, their entire existence based upon self-defense and self-preservation. Weapons could be formed ingeniously from any material or object. Eggshell Claws, Splinter Swords, Ash Gas, all these famous weapons came from these incidental inventors. But the most valuable and powerful weapons were the ones that rose above the material realm. The most successful, of course, is the duet. The act of sharing a single song, while a simple idea, was a critical turning point in the war against gods. As the story goes: Tåemir, the "jinx" god, was putting sprigs of burnt saltflower in all the potato sacs and feeding fire to every second-born child in the small clan of Øraptïn. He giggled through his rock-pointed teeth as he perched on the spire of the small church at the gates of town. Two lovers were coming home late from making love in the tundra, and the young man was singing his lady a song. A traditional song from the time, called "The Nantha" which spoke of creating children from the clouds in the sky. Tåemir swung down from his perch and tackled the young man, gleefully and without pause. The young man was just starting the chorus: "when you see a cloud try not to breathe it in...". And as Tåemir ate his stomach out of his body, his lover, stunned and gawking, could think of nothing else to do but finish the chorus, "...unless what you desire is a child within". She sang it, her voice shaking, but clear. The words rent Tåemir asunder, and his foul deeds bled into the softly thawing earth beneath. And as her lover died there at the gates, they finished singing the other eighteen verses of The Nantha together and she married his corpse at dawn the next day. Six days of revelry followed and after that she started the Choir of Chaos, an army of shared singers, waging war for nine straight months on the gods who terrorized Øraptïn.
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Posted by Dan at August 18, 2009 3:13 AM