The Song of the Celestial Choir invokes melodies said to echo through the upper planes. You are a vessel for sacred resonance—your voice is a beacon that soothes pain, restores life, and banishes darkness with radiant harmonics born from realms beyond mortal sky.
Celestial Choir bards are adorned in layered vestments that shimmer like sunlit mist, threaded with gold and star-silver embroidery. Their instruments are often relics: a harp strung with light, a flute made of dawnglass, or a horn inscribed with ancient angelic script. Their aura glows faintly, especially when they sing, weaving starlight into their every gesture.
High atop floating sanctuaries known as the Sky Monasteries, the Celestial Choir trains in sacred song. They learn harmonies that close wounds, dirges that halt decay, and refrains that banish the wicked. In chorus, their voices have calmed rampaging celestials and restored war-torn plains to verdant bloom. Tutors are often semi-divine beings, teaching from scrolls that hum when opened.
You see the divine as music unspoken. Each healing chant carries structured purpose—a harmony meant to fill the space where agony lingers. You convert injury into radiance, fear into clarity, and death into delay. Where you walk, broken bodies rise, shadows flee, and mortals glimpse the mercy of the stars.