The Sorrow of the Prophet

It was Durgrim Ironpick, Master Tinkerer of the Runeforge Clans, who first dreamed of a song without flaw.

One night, upon failing to pitch a single note in the middle of a solo, his pride ignited a terrible fire.
He crafted the Perfect Pitch Engine — a gleaming electric keyboard tuned not by heart, but by mechanical law.
Perfect, ordered, and utterly soulless.

Through it, Djyen heard his call.

The machine opened a door not in the sky, but in the hearts of all who craved power without sacrifice.
The magicless seized upon it, believing themselves new sorcerers, but each note played on a soulless instrument bled the world thinner.

Durgrim realized his error too late.

At the Harrowing of the Grove, he lay broken, his creation ringing silent as the world around him died.
It was Mischa, bathed in light, who sang the Dawncry \u2014 a single, defiant note of raw essence, and rekindled the world's heartbeat at the cost of her own.

Durgrim survived.

He reforged the Perfect Pitch Engine into the first true Keytar, adding strings, imperfection, soul.
And he vowed to never again seek sterile perfection, but instead to play in harmony with life’s, aching song.

Now, every night on stage, as he tunes and tinkers, he is not just fixing instruments.
He is mending the world he broke.