The Welfare Chanters
Whether you are from the country or more distant lands, you may have noticed around large towns and cities bands of men or women dressed in brown or grey robes walking around near the outskirts chanting in unison something that sounds very much like gibberish. These are known around the Isles as the Welfare Chanters.
It is generally believed they came into being in one form or another in the early years of the Old Kingdom. I am however told by my more scholarly acquaintances that the tradition dates back far longer than that but I have never been much of a person to let the ugly facts of history get in the way of a good story.
The purpose of the chanters, as the name would suggest, is to enchant their city or town with health, security, wealth and prosperity. A feat I have been told which would require an exorbitant expenditure of magic under ordinary circumstances.
Are we then to believe that the chanters are great magisters who see it fit to spend their days toiling away for the benefit of their fellow man? If you believe that than you are either a child or an idiot, either way I admire your naiveté.
No the chanters my good reader are infact no more capable at magic than you or I. They are spellwrights, artisans who spent years mastering and perfecting the art of casting a single powerful spell. While ever craft has its own sort of magic about it only spellwrights, so I am frequently reminded by every wizard I talk to on the subject, actually wield the mystical elements. If only to a single purpose.
Even though the spell they cast is powerful it not without limits. I am certain you have heard it said that magic always has a price. The due the chanters owe is that of time and effort. Their spell requires them to walk a boundary, which the chanters call a perimeter, within which their magic takes its effect upon completion of the circuit all the while performing the other rites of the spell as well. Chanting being the most obvious component of their magic.
I don’t know about you but I get winded after singing a few songs so imagine a day in the life of chanter. Not for long anyway my captive audience, as I will tell you what it is like for I have walked beside the chanters. For a little while anyway. Craftsmen are after all a secretive lot and though I see no assassins about my abode I do not doubt for an instant that once this book is made public I shall surely be struck down by a shadowed hand. But fear not dear reader! I am an adventurous sort and shall use every skill at my considerable disposal to keep death away for at least a few more volumes.
Different chanters have small different ways they go about their craft. Though the most significant art by which they ease the burden of their duty is by distribution. The chanters maintain small stations around cities and towns where members of a chant are switched out like relay mounts for messages. Again I am told by my studious magical sources that it is a great deal more complicated than just sitting down at a bench to catch your breath and taking a drink from a bottle.
Some common variations on the spellcasting I’ve found are smaller interlocking perimeters. Like a great chain or the brickwork of a stone mason. The cardinal star, where the chanters walk out from the center of the town to the edges and at a certain, precise distance away from the center of town make might proclamations like some crier and return to the center. Apparently timing is crucial on that one so I only ever found a handful of examples.
If you listen and ask around you’ll hear a fair number of stories about the chanters. Tales from the comedic, to the heroic, to the romantic and the tragic. One such tale which stood out was that of a contest of chanters between two armies. Each trying to cast their spell well before the other so as to favor their army and curse the other. In the end neither matters as hideous draconic invaders swept in by sea and slaughtered both armies but up until that point I was rolling with laughter. If you don’t know why try chasing someone in robe. It will be a laughably short pursuit I assure you.
What effect the welfare chant really has is something of a debate in proper magical circles I am told. On one end of the argument there are those who believe the chanters are charlatans. On the other those who think they bewitch people with foul and sinister sorcery to enslave the good people to the wiles of the nobility.
Rarely am I caught without words to say on a matter and this is one of those. I have seen cities which certainly thrive both with and without the chanters. As well as those who suffer greatly even with them. I have also uncovered my fair share of scandals in relation to the chanters of different cities and met the good honest folks of others who really were committed to doing their best to aid their fellow citizens. A fellow I met in particular was a chanter who also worked as a blacksmith and found great fulfillment in the intense, meditative focus of the chanters work.
So as with most people I say take them to the tavern and liquor them up until the floor is your dearest companion. Then you can find out yourself if they are good people or not.