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Lord of The Bands
((Written by Irime Sadril ((long forgotten sister to Aeo, Firi and Tavi)) ))
*Voice over from Corina*
The band has changed; I can hear it in the brasses, I can feel it in the
percussion, I can smell it in the tubas. Much that once was, is lost. For
none now live to remember it.
It began with the forging of the great instruments. Three instruments were
given to the drum majors, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven
to the guard members, great performers and dancers. And nine, nine
instruments were gifted to the section leaders, who above all else, desire
power. For within these instruments was bound the strength and will to
govern each section. But they were all of them deceived… For another
instrument was made…
In the land of Derfdoor, in the fires of Mt. Tune, the dark Director Trowill
forged in secret a master piccolo to control all other instruments…And into
this piccolo he poured his prowess, his musical endowment, and his will to
dominate all bands.
One Piccolo to Rule them all…
One by one, the free bands of Pennsylvania fell to the power of the piccolo…
but there were some who resisted.
A last alliance of Greencastle and James Buchanan marched against the armies
of Derfdoor, and on the slopes of Mt. Tune they fought for the freedom of the
bands. Victory was near, but the power of the piccolo could not be undone.
It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Pinta, the assistant drum
major, took up the drum major’s mace.
Trowill, the enemy of the free bands of Pennsylavaina, was defeated.
The piccolo passed to Pinta, who had one chance to destroy evil forever… but
the hearts of drum majors are easily corrupted, and the piccolo of power has a
will of its own. It betrayed Pinta to his death.
And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became
legend; legend became myth. And for five marching seasons, the piccolo passed
out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, in ensnared a new bearer…
The piccolo came to the creature Keenan who took it deep into the tunnels of
the percussion room, and there it consumed him. The piccolo brought to Keenan
unnaturally long life. For two years it poisoned his mind, and in the gloom
of the percussion cabinet, it waited.
Darkness crept back into the world of band. Rumor grew of a shadow in the
east, whispers of a nameless fear, and the piccolo of power perceived its time
had now come.
It abandoned Keenan. But something happened then that the piccolo did not
intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable…
…A tuba player. For the time would soon come when tuba players would shape
the fortunes of all...
((to be continued))
((Written by Irime Sadril ((long forgotten sister to Aeo, Firi and Tavi)) ))
*Voice over from Corina*
The band has changed; I can hear it in the brasses, I can feel it in the
percussion, I can smell it in the tubas. Much that once was, is lost. For
none now live to remember it.
It began with the forging of the great instruments. Three instruments were
given to the drum majors, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven
to the guard members, great performers and dancers. And nine, nine
instruments were gifted to the section leaders, who above all else, desire
power. For within these instruments was bound the strength and will to
govern each section. But they were all of them deceived… For another
instrument was made…
In the land of Derfdoor, in the fires of Mt. Tune, the dark Director Trowill
forged in secret a master piccolo to control all other instruments…And into
this piccolo he poured his prowess, his musical endowment, and his will to
dominate all bands.
One Piccolo to Rule them all…
One by one, the free bands of Pennsylvania fell to the power of the piccolo…
but there were some who resisted.
A last alliance of Greencastle and James Buchanan marched against the armies
of Derfdoor, and on the slopes of Mt. Tune they fought for the freedom of the
bands. Victory was near, but the power of the piccolo could not be undone.
It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Pinta, the assistant drum
major, took up the drum major’s mace.
Trowill, the enemy of the free bands of Pennsylavaina, was defeated.
The piccolo passed to Pinta, who had one chance to destroy evil forever… but
the hearts of drum majors are easily corrupted, and the piccolo of power has a
will of its own. It betrayed Pinta to his death.
And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became
legend; legend became myth. And for five marching seasons, the piccolo passed
out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, in ensnared a new bearer…
The piccolo came to the creature Keenan who took it deep into the tunnels of
the percussion room, and there it consumed him. The piccolo brought to Keenan
unnaturally long life. For two years it poisoned his mind, and in the gloom
of the percussion cabinet, it waited.
Darkness crept back into the world of band. Rumor grew of a shadow in the
east, whispers of a nameless fear, and the piccolo of power perceived its time
had now come.
It abandoned Keenan. But something happened then that the piccolo did not
intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable…
…A tuba player. For the time would soon come when tuba players would shape
the fortunes of all...
((to be continued))