Campaign:MY RHYMES ARE SICK, MY BEATS ARE SLICK IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT YOU CAN SUCK MY DICK/Heartbeat Of Immortal Spirit
The Story[edit]
Heartbeat of Immortal Spirits, also known as "Immortal Heartbeat", "King of Sound", and a long list of stage names, pseudonyms, sobriquets and honorifics. He was one of the most influential Sorcerer-Musicians of the first age, using occult powers and magitech to expand and perfect his art. His most visible mark was in his music label, Unconquered Records, a creation-straddling corporation that distributed the works he wanted associated with his solar identity, as well as sponsoring other artists, exalted or mortal, and providing them with top notch instruments, recording equipment and other support. He was also remarkably influential in the development of technology that would help Creation's inhabitants tune into the tunes, helping establish a standard recording device and transmission protocol, as well as designing high quality listening equipment, then subsidizing it's sale with profits from his company. Many instruments and musical devices designed and built by him survive into the age of sorrows, and his designs are widely copied.
He traveled creation often with a large entorage of fellow performers, letting the citizens of creation hear his creations in concerts and music festivals all across the land. He sponsored cover bands to repeat his works, and supplied them with enough magical equipment and training that they could often match his own performance, or at least come close so that the mortal ear could not tell the difference. Occasionally he would disappear into his 'lab' for months or years at a time to work on some new device or technique, and when he emerged it was always with great fanfare. As time drew on, his reclusions would last longer and longer as he spent more and more time developing his experiments and projects, but each time he would return to the stage.
Immortal Heartbeat believed in the power of music. As his research went further, he posited a theory that music resided in every soul. Each song was unique, but he believed there was a "Universal Chord" that was omnipresent. If he could discover it, he could elevate the art of music beyond all comprehension by creating music that would resonate with the soul of everyone who heard it.
One of the side-projects that came out of this search was Heartbeat's belief that every human soul had a great deal of untapped potential that was simply locked up because their inner music was lacking harmony. Most mortals had dissonant music in their hearts, although some that followed their heroic ideas had more harmony. Even the youngest Dragonblood had an even greater refinement of their music, and his fellow Solar exalts had begun to approach sublime chords. By his reasoning, if he could 'tune' the inner music of mortals, he could bring them closer to a perfect harmony, and closer to the enlightenment of their Exalted benefactors.
The Orichalchium Records are a collection of his attempts, which soon developed into an entirely new project. Using powerful charms and sorcery to enhance their creation, each record not only contains one of the hottest tracks ever laid down, but they also contain powerful keys to unlocking potential. For example, one carries with it an effect similar to 'You Can Be More' which uplifts every mortal who hears it to Heroic Mortal status, another series which acts like various training charms for improving abilities, another which can help the listener learn sorcery, and there is one which is a very strange multi-hour-long atonal sound experiment which if used with meditation and in the correct conditions can help a mortal awaken their own essence. Further effects are possible and will be expanded uppon later.
The ultimate result of the orichalchium record project will never be known. At the time of the usurpation, Heartbeat was hard at work in his factory-cathedral concert hall on the final track. When the usurpers came for him, they found him exhausted to the point of collapse, his essence almost entirely drained away, stooped over a blazing golden disk that burned like the desert sun. He put up a desperate defense, but was dispatched rather easily. With the last of his strength he flung the gleaming record through the roof, blasting a hole through it as it went, and the blazing projectile streaked off into the sky, beyond the reach of the usurpers, and beyond the eyes of history.
