Stormvoice #TheTavern

*sippy sippy all the Tavern's mead* Backstory: Sylas Stormvoice was born beneath a sky split by jagged lightning, in a desert outpost where the sands swallowed secrets as old as time. His people were scavengers, clawing relics from crumbled shrines buried under dunes—offerings to gods long silent. Raised among these shards of the past, Sylas learned the desert’s hidden tongue: numbers etched in sun-bleached stone to chart the constellations, and the subtle tremors in a stranger’s voice betraying their soul. But it was music that bound him to the wastes. He drummed on taut hides with sticks hewn from thorned roots, and sang with a voice that roared like the sirocco, stirring the air with eerie power. The desert folk spoke of the Old Voices—mythic spirits said to dwell in the sands: the Sun-Withered King, who devoured light; the Dust Maiden, weaver of mirages; and the Bone Jackal, a trickster who bartered riddles for lives. One night, as a sandstorm raged, Sylas pounded a frenzied beat and sang a wordless hymn to the dark. The dunes answered—a shadow rose, its form flickering between jackal and man, its voice a dry rasp offering scraps of forbidden lore. The outpost shunned him as cursed, but Sylas saw the Bone Jackal’s gift for what it was: a key to the desert’s mysteries. Now, he stalks the world beyond the sands—long brown hair tangled, glasses glinting—his rune-carved drumsticks and storm-born voice channeling the Old Voices’ power, seeking truths older than the gods themselves. ****************************************************** [Intro] Gibeligob, sit close, and hear my tale, Of a desert-born child, where secrets prevail. I am Sylas Stormvoice, with a story to share, Of lightning and gods, and the truths I bear. [Chorus] Chasing the echoes of gods long gone, Through deserts and beyond, I journey on. With storm in my voice and runes in my hand, I seek the truths that the sands demand. [Verse 1] I was born where the lightning splits the sky, In a desert outpost, where the sands never die. Raised among scavengers, we dug for the past, In crumbled shrines buried, where shadows were cast. [Chorus] Chasing the echoes of gods long gone, Through deserts and beyond, I journey on. With storm in my voice and runes in my hand, I seek the truths that the sands demand. [Verse 2] One stormy night, with drums in my grip, I sang to the dark, let the wild winds rip. A shadow rose then, jackal and man, The Bone Jackal’s whisper, a forbidden plan. [Bridge] They called me cursed, cast me out in the night, But I saw the gift in the Old Voices’ light. Beyond the dunes, to lands far and wide, I followed the path where the ancient gods hide. [Verse 3] With long brown hair and glasses that gleam, I roam the world now, like a waking dream. My drumsticks rune-carved, my voice like a storm, I seek what was lost, in the desert’s true form. [Chorus] Chasing the echoes of gods long gone, Through deserts and beyond, I journey on. With storm in my voice and runes in my hand, I seek the truths that the sands demand. [Coda] The gods may be silent, but their echoes remain, In the beat of my drum, in the storm’s wild refrain. So, Gibeligob, now you know my quest, To find the truths older than the gods’ final rest. ************************************************** © 2025 Holy Beast Records. All Rights Reserved.