As a species, the people of Cantatrix are a people of song. Their weak limbs are unfit for labor or war, their soft pink skin is fragile and bruises easily, the strange proportion of their large heads to their small bodies makes balance an issue when moving too quickly.
Yet, they sing with a beauty that transcends the material world. Their vulnerability is the price they pay for this gift of unparalleled art.
When one hears their voices raised in song, it suddenly becomes easier to believe in hope, and love, and magic, and goodness. They sing for the sick and wounded and lost causes come back from the brink of death. It is even said, in whispers and stories, that when the elders sing together they can bring substance from imagination to reality.
But that was before the Proeliatii brought war to Cantatrix for the first time in memory. Killing with wanton disregard for anything but their lust for further conquest, they pulled the Cantatrii away from their home, and worse, away from the Numerwell.
Without the source of their melody, they began to have trouble finding their voices. A great sadness fell over the Cantatrii. In time, they lost the ability to sing altogether. Now, a silence is falling over the entire known world. Sounds that once sustained the world are disappearing. At first, no one noticed. Then, people had an eerie feeling without ever knowing why. Now, it is becoming impossible to ignore.
People never sit in absent-minded song as they work; children no longer laugh; birds have lost their voices; the wind no longer whistles or howls. Some even say the sun is dimming, and that shadows are growing unnaturally long.
Yet, the Proeliatii are ignorant of all these things. They continue to wage war and destroy. They imprisoned the Cantatrii without a thought and moved on to their next conquest.
If things continue like this for too much longer, light and song may be lost forever. So, Marteen and his small band of brave Cantatrii must devise a plan to free the elders and return them safely to the Numerwell in the hope that the Song of Making might save creation.