(The Destiny lore is based around animals, such as the Wolf, the Leopard, and others. So, to keep that style, I refrained from calling this thing the Harp of Angels, or the Sirens Song.) Name: [b]Songbird's Lyre[/b]. Type: Exotic Special Weapon. Description: "Crafted from the hands of an enlightened Hunter who lost himself in the wild not for adventure, but to be one with nature." Design: A beautifully crafted Lyre with many different bird species carved or forged into the arms. Same color scheme as Polar Oak. Attributes: This is an instrument, not a weapon, so it has no basic stats. Initial Upgrades (Only one can be active at a time): [i]Song of the Cardinals[/i]: When played, Songbird's Lyre improves the Recovery of your allies. [i]Song of the Warblers[/i]: When played, Songbird's Lyre improves the Agility of your allies. [i]Song of the Mockingbird[/i]: When played, Songbird's Lyre improves the Armor of your allies. Exotic Upgrade: [i]Song of the Forest[/i]. All Songs are active while Songbird's Lyre is played, and improves the benefits received by them. Possible Contents in the Grimore card: "I was sitting deep in a forest, everything a hue of white or brown. It was cold, and I expected as much since it was late winter, but I enjoyed not having the common comforts of the tower. I felt calm here. Then, without warning, my eyes caught a small flash of red as it disappeared behind a tree, and a clean, crisp song followed, breaking the long cold and silence that had persisted for long, and seemed to bring pause to the world. I shall never forget that sound." -The Cardinal- "I was running, for no purpose in particular. Maybe I was overjoyed, or maybe I wanted to fly. No matter, the fact is, I was running, but one sound stopped me, and I needed to hear it. It started softly, as if it didn't want to be heard, but quickly grew into a flurry of loud pleasantness. This must have been early in my life, because I cannot remember the name of the bird that sang the song to me. Though it made me calm, I saw a small, quick movement among the trees, and whatever it was had disappeared forever. I ran once again so I could find the source of that hymn, but I knew I could never catch up to it. I didn't really much care, and besides, the chill of the air felt best while I ran anyway" -The Warbler- "I was surrounded by wolves, vicious things wanting my flesh, and I refused to give it. It wasn't because I was against participating in nature like I was supposed to, but rather I had dedicated myself to a previous mission. A baby Mockingbird had fell from it's nest, and I was determined to return it safely. After I had finished, I then allowed myself to be attacked by the wolves. Little did they know that I was a wolf too, and now they will never forget it."- The Mockingbird- "I have learned too much, seen too much, and have experienced too much to go back now. I am a part of this place we call nature, and I shall remain here till my days end, if my days end. I have become as quiet as a grass, and fast as the wind, and as elusive as the sky. You will not find me because I do not want to be found, and I know this place better than you ever will, unless you become like me. To let you know I am alright, I have crafted something for you. It is not a weapon, but you might find it useful. As long as it remains in it's current condition, and does not wither nor decay, I will still be alive. Take note that it is made with my Light." -The Forest-