Maestra, is Patron Saint of The Note
She is as old as melody and as jovial as joy himself.
She was born when the Lord of Air and the Queen of Nature coupled, creating a boom of music in its purest form that changed the fabric of happiness forevermore. Instead of being born and raised normally, she came from the bleeding right ear of her mother, fully grown.
Maestra adores poets, bards, singers, ballads, and homosexuals. She holds dominion over a creed of female bards known as the Daughterhood of The Note that she uses as both home guards, armies (not often), and just general servants. The Daughterhood of The Note follow their mother in her purple and white colour scheme. They do not go out often into the mainland from Maestra's Manor of Melodious Musical Mixture. But depending on the purpose, when they do the leave for shopping runs and such, it can end in visceral slaughter, or the best festival you've ever accidentally came across in your short, drab existence. Maestra and her daughters have the peculiar abilities to add the voices of the dying to their unending orchestral performance, saving the personalities within themselves as a sort of internal trophy cabinet, her weapon of choice in this dangerous world is a lyre, made of pearls and stringed with the hair of a poet angel, and if you could not tell this lyrevis very special, it can emulate any instrument at all and is armed with a spine snapping curse to those using it against it's will
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