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# Chalan

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Story
The moon hung low over Keva Atoll, turning the lagoon silver. Laro sat at the edge of his canoe, watching the dark shapes flicker beneath the waves. He hummed an old fishing song, and the water rippled in answer. A pale face rose from the depths, hair drifting like seaweed, eyes bright as coral.
“You sing off-key,” the mermaid teased, her voice bubbling like laughter through the tide.
Laro grinned and shifted, his skin flowing into scales and fins. “Then teach me the right notes,” he answered, his voice now carrying like hers beneath the water.
The lagoon filled with song, rising and falling with the surf, until the stars themselves seemed to sway. By dawn, when the other fishermen launched their boats, they found Laro asleep on the sand, his nets full though he had never cast them. He only smiled and said, “The sea was kind tonight.”

Changeling and mermaid

Story
Captain Deren thought himself lucky. His ship broke on unseen reefs and the islanders took him in with warm food and soft voices. Weeks passed. He began to notice small changes that did not match the sun and the tides. A boy who brought water grew taller and narrow in the face. An old fisherwoman’s hands thickened and the tremor left them. Hairlines crept. Hips shifted. Eyes stayed the same.
One night he followed a cradle song to a house of woven palm. Inside lay Aika upon mats heated with stones. Her kin worked in silence with oil and steam and patient hands. Joints were bound and unbound. Breath held then released. The change moved through her like a slow tide across a reef. Hours later the swell of her shoulders had eased and her jaw had found a new line. She opened her eyes and he knew her by the way she smiled. Now you understand, she said.
At dawn he woke on his boat with casks of water and baskets of fruit. The island lay behind him bright as a dream. His crew asked how he had found safe harbor and he could not say. A lullaby clung to his tongue and a pair of familiar eyes haunted him over the waves, and that was all he carried away.

# Description

Far south in the Sun Sea, beyond all mapped trade routes, lie the Laguna Islands. They are a tropical chain of coral atolls, dormant volcanic peaks and lush green jungles, hidden by fickle winds and treacherous currents. Few ships stumble upon them, and fewer still leave.

## People and Society

The Laguna Islands are home to the Chalani, a nation of changelings who long ago fled persecution. Here they live openly, shifting form as easily as breathing, without fear of reprisal. Among the Chalani, it is not unusual for a fisherman to greet his wife as a man and return to her that evening as a woman, or for a child to play with many faces in the same day. Change is not deception here, but celebration.

Life is slow and harmonious. Fishing is done in slender outrigger canoes, their prows carved with faces that shift when viewed from different angles. Farming is simple but abundant: taro, breadfruit, sweet yam and coconut. Songs are sung at night under the palms, drums beating in a rhythm as old as the sea.

Each island has a ceremonial chief, the Alihi, chosen by consensus rather than blood. The Alihi presides over rituals and festivals, but true decisions are made by the island councils, where every voice has weight. There is no war, no standing army, no walls. The Chalani call their land Halina, meaning "the Resting Shore," for they believe they have found peace.

The Chalani are quicker to change than other changelings. Generations of constant shifting have left their bodies less bound to any single shape, their forms more fluid than fixed. Where others may take hours to alter themselves, a Chalan can shed one body for another in the span of a few deep breaths, a full transformation completed in little more than ten minutes.

## Culture and Beliefs

The Chalani view shapechanging as sacred. They say the gods gifted them with shifting faces so that their souls could taste all aspects of life. Festivals like the Night of Many Faces see entire villages swapping form, dancing under masks or illusions until no one remembers who was who, only that joy was shared.

Names are fluid as well. A Chalani may change name with form, or keep one name across many faces. Elders are expected to remember not only the faces of their kin but the names and voices they have worn.

The sea is revered as mother and guardian. Shrines to Lauhala the Ocean Father and Keori the Tide-Sister dot the shores, tended with shells, woven mats, and offerings of fruit.

The Night of Many Faces

## The Rule of Secrecy

For all their peace, there is one law that binds the Laguna Islands: secrecy. The Chalani cannot allow the wider world to know of them. Outsiders who stumble upon the islands are taken in with warmth and hospitality, but once the truth of the changelings is revealed, they face a choice. Either remain forever, joining the Chalan and leaving behind their old life, or vanish into the sea.

The Kaileha, keepers of this law, ensure it is never broken. They are not warriors in the usual sense, but they know how to sink a ship, and how to smile while guiding a guest into exile or the deep. To betray secrecy is to betray the islands themselves.

## Relations

The Chalani of the Laguna Islands keep quiet but steady contact with the merfolk of the Sun Sea. Trade passes between them in the form of pearls, shellwork, and strange sea-fruits, while the Chalan offer woven mats, carved tools, and fire-knowledge in return. Bonds are sealed with song, for both peoples share a love of music that carries over water. Though not allies in war, the two nations respect each other’s secrecy.

## Islands of Note

- Motu Hali: The largest island, where the council of all Alihi gathers once a year. Known for its golden beaches and the sacred Lagoon of Mirrors, said to reveal true faces.
- Tavana: A volcanic isle, its fertile soil growing the sweetest taro. The people here are known for their flute songs and canoe races.
- Keva Atoll: A ring of coral and turquoise waters, home to pearl divers who craft jewelry said to glow faintly in moonlight.
- Noho-Rani: Called the Silent Isle, its jungle is thick with sacred groves. It is the seat of the Kaileha, who guard the law of secrecy.
- Moana-Ki: A low-lying island with deep blue lagoons. Its pearl beds are legendary, producing black pearls considered the treasures of Lauhala himself.
- Varua Motu: The most remote isle, half-swallowed by jungle. It is said that those who no longer wish to keep their faces known retreat here, living in solitude, changing so often that no memory of their true self remains.

## Possible Secrets

### The Blood Reef

A coral reef that glows crimson at night. Some believe it is what keeps storms away from the islands.

### The Shattered Mask

An artifact from the time before exile, said to grant a changeling the ability to hold any form permanently, but at the cost of forgetting their true self.

### The Silent Ones

On Noho-Rani, some shamans change so often they no longer remember who they were. They live in silence, faces always shifting, and the people avoid them.

### The Night of Betrayal

Once, an Alihi broke the law of secrecy and guided an explorer away. The Kaileha drowned them both, but the explorer’s descendants may still be searching.

### The Whale Graveyard

Deep in the sea between the isles lies a graveyard of whales, their bones massive and carved with runes. The Chalani claim they did not carve them.

### The Face Eaters

A shadow-legend told to children: monsters that wear stolen skins, pretending to be Chalani. Some elders insist the legend is true.

### The Veilmakers

A hidden order of the Kaileha who guard secrecy not with death but with forgetting. Through smoke and song they strip memories from intruders, setting them adrift none the wiser. Some whisper they have used this power on their own kin, erasing whole lives.

## Adventure Hooks

### The Vanished Canoe

A great canoe carrying gifts for the yearly gathering of the Alihi has gone missing between islands. Was it stolen, wrecked, or led astray by spirits?

### Pearl of the Moon

A legendary black pearl, said to shine with its own light, has been taken from the divers of Moana-Ki. The heroes must track down who took it before the islanders believe the gods are angered.

### Storms of Tavana

The volcanic island Tavana is wracked by sudden storms that threaten to wipe out crops and villages. The locals beg for help calming the winds before famine strikes.

### The Festival of Many Faces

During the great festival, a guest goes missing, and strange shapes are seen on the beach. The heroes must unravel the chaos of shifting faces to find the culprit.

### The Stranger’s Challenge

A lone sailor washes ashore and challenges the islanders to contests of strength, wit, and navigation. He offers rare treasures as wagers, but something about him feels otherworldly.

### The Empty Village

An island that should be bustling with life is found eerily deserted, food still cooking over fires. The only clue is a trail of footprints leading inland.

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