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Inside, the hall of Sonarian Ledgers stretched far beyond sight. Each ledger was a monolith of ivory and obsidian, bound with silver cords that hummed with the memory of every melody ever registered. Streams of sound, captured from distant lands, twisted like serpents between columns, awaiting their accounting.

Ledger of Reckoning

Celladonna approached a glowing thread representing the composer portion of Gamandrel’s twenty-five terrestrial radio streams. She fed it into the Ledger of Reckoning, a giant crystal basin at the hall’s heart. The room pulsed, and the numbers floated up like fireflies in a storm:

Real-world composer stream rate (terrestrial radio/PRO): $0.0005 per stream
25 streams × $0.0005 = $0.0125
Scaling to Cindrels: 1 Cindrel ≈ $0.0001 penny
Net Cindrels delivered: 125 Cindrels

Saurat’s breath caught. “One hundred twenty-five Cindrels… smaller than the non-interactive Pandomeria stream portion, but no less essential. Every note deserves its keeper.”

The Redactors of Byrnmire

As he gathered the emergent Cindrels, the ledgers shuddered violently. Shadows rose from the floor, coiling into figures with ink-black quills for arms — The Redactors of Byrnmire, guardians of unclaimed composer streams.

“You dare touch the Cindrels of the scribes?” they hissed, voices scraping like parchment on stone. “These notes belong to law, not to flesh.”

Celladonna drew her dagger of tempered sound. “We claim only what is rightfully ours. The currents themselves mark the path.”

The Redactors lunged. Saurat raised his hands, weaving threads of shimmering song around the Cindrels, a lattice of light that deflected the quills with a soft, ringing clang. Sparks of gold and silver danced, illuminating the shadowed hall in fleeting brilliance. But the hall of Byrnmire was cunning. As one Redactor fell, two more emerged from hidden corridors, their quills tracing runes that threatened to erase the Cindrels mid-air. Lyrren and Saurat moved as one, spinning and weaving, guiding the 125 Cindrels through the tempest of shadows.

At last, they reached the Vault of Sealed Echoes, a chamber deep beneath Byrnmire where Cindrels were catalogued and preserved. Saurat placed the 125 Cindrels upon the pedestal, and the shadows hesitated, then dissolved, leaving the hall silent once more.

Celladonna exhaled, her face pale but triumphant. “The composer Cindrels are claimed from the Hall of Echoes. Safe, for now.”

The Mists of Byrnmire and the Journey Ahead

Saurat looked down the darkened corridors, where countless threads of unclaimed melody twisted like living fog. “Belyndor holds many more secrets,” he murmured. “And each one will demand courage, cunning, and song.”

Outside, the mist of Byrnmire pressed against the mountains, whispering of yet greater trials — the kingdoms of licensing, international streams, and the unseen currents where the rarest Cindrels drifted. The fight for every note was an unending task. And so, beneath Muscala’s muted skies, Saurat and Celladonna prepared to delve even deeper into the shadowed currents, knowing that darkness and law alike would test them at every turn.

By nightfall, Saurat and Lyrren stood atop the frozen battlements of Byrnmire, counting the Cindrels they had wrested from the shadowed ledgers. One hundred twenty-five composer Cindrels now safely in their satchels, added to the three hundred twenty-five hundred artist’s Cindrels previously claimed from Gamandrel’s streams.  Alas, the TAKEN twenty-five from the ill-fated attempt at Spottifar’s Pool—a total that reminded them both of victory hard-won and opportunity nearly lost. 

The memory of that first failed tally, where the Takers had snatched the Pool’s silver currents and left Caligo’s quill frozen in despair, still lingered like a chill wind. Yet now, with Byrnmire behind them and Cindrels in hand, the path forward felt sharper, darker, and infinitely more alive—a prelude to the challenges that waited in the uncharted and dangerous realms of Muscala.

You can organize the series by toggling the hashtag below: #Royalty Training Series
I will plan to publish the series in small increments once a week on Saturday morning 8.00 a.m. sharp

Chapter Key: 

Sonarian Ledgers =  Accounting Books of the Performing Rights Organization of BMI (DIYers must register each song if you do not have a publisher and/or your distribution company is not managing this on your behalf). The assumption in this story is that the DIYer is managing this on their own.

BMI only collects/tracks/pays-out for Performance Royalties only

Final Note: What is a Performance Royalty? Anytime your song is performed Live anywhere a song's composer technically gets a performance royalty for that play (this includes interactive streams such as those played on Spotify which is featured in this tale (see Spottifar ch2)