The most extraordinary choir

Everyone loves a good story. Throughout history we have created a menagerie of wild stories to tell. In fact, sometimes it's quite hard to discern where the historical account ends and the folk tale begins. Among all of these fantastic stories a rare few stand out as being equally told by our storytellers as well as those from the chilly North. 
Stories are as widespread as ervas are across the continent, so it's no surprise that one such rare story centers around ervas and their marvelous vocals.

The humble beginnings of the Choir 

As it's the case usually, the time and location of this story have been swept away by history. The most common estimate storytellers will give settles the story amidst the peaceful age before the Arabelean Independence Wars. According to all accounts, a bored erveron of either Cerulean or Arabelean origin(with an appropriate name to follow) noticed that his herd of erva would "scream sing" in unison at him whenever he'd forget to feed them exactly at sunrise. He also noticed this unified behavior throughout the day as small groups of erva within the herd would just begin yelling at each other until their screams harmonized. Intrigued by this, the man(hence forth known as the Erveron) devised a plan: he chose a select few ervas and would lead them outside one by one each morning. When outside, he would refuse the erva her rightful share of the feed until she'd let out a scream. Once the appropriate tone was achieved he'd finally feed the poor starving erva. Over the course of two months the Erveron trained 5-15 ervas, depending on who is telling the story. Each of the ervas had been trained to only yell in a certain note when pointed at. Once he was certain that the erva choir had been trained to perfection, the Erveron decided to show the world what his wondrous erva could do. During his first few outings he was met with a very mixed reaction, ranging from "What kind of witchcraft is this" at best and "What in Heavens' name did you do to my ervas" at worst.
In order to make his choir more appealing to the wider masses, the Erveron decided to entirely pet-ify the ervas: giving them baths, shearing their wool into special shapes, and dressing them in fancy clothes. 

The first official debut

The newly equipped Choir made its official debut at the annual animal fair that was being held in the next town over. It is said that the crowd went into silent shock when a man dressed as a formal choir conductor stepped onto the stage, followed by 5-15 colorfully dressed ervas. The shock grew into awe as the man raised his hands and the ervas began singing one of the many rehearsed songs. It is said that the standing ovation lasted for full 2 minutes once the ervas finished singing out their repertoire. The Erveron and his wondrous Erva Choir won a cash prize and a hastily made trophy for "the most bizarre show of talent in recent times". Following the advice of the organizers of the fair, the Erveron and his Choir embarked on an Eraden-wide tour. As time went on, the word of this strange sight spread across both halves of habitable Eraden and soon enough The Erveron had guaranteed audience in basically any town or city.  In order to keep the things fresh, The Erveron commissioned many themed suits for his erva and made sure to gave each an appropriate name. Some of the names include: Eetchy, Screetchy, Stumperette, Hayley, Fleeceberta, and so on... Throughout their travels many erva from all breeds joined the Choir, slowly enlarging the numbers; Desert roughpelts are well known for their raspy squawks, while the Sterkhmas fringes are popular for their rapid-fire style of chirping.
With the number of ervas within the Choir the popularity of the Choir also grew. The testimony on how the Erveron actually treated his prized ervas greatly varies. Those who want to tell an uplifting story claim that the Erveron deeply loved his ervas and always made sure their needs were met first. On the other hand, fans of more somber tales will tell you that he was nothing short of cruel towards his ervas, constantly overworking them and forcing them to live in pitiful conditions. 

Now onto the final question: is any of this real? 

The final verdict: we're unsure.
Given the (shear) multitude of stories, both written and passed on by word of mouth, it's nigh impossible to determine which is the closest to the actual events. While keeping the same base details most of the stories add their own spin, dates and characters to the story, leading to many historical inconsistencies and plot holes. In fact, a few people have tried to recreate the erva choir using more or less ethical methods. One newspaper tells of a Sterkhmasi man who tried to force the ervas to sing by hitting them with a plank lined with screws. The newspaper goes on to report the almost-to-death pecking the man received in return. 
Throughout the years many have claimed to still be in possession of the original pamphlets that were spread around each town where the Erveron and his Choir were said to go next. Many of these pamphlets have been discovered to be fakes using modern technology, though a few of the more convincing ones remain in private collections. Three years ago one of these allegedly genuine pamphlets was sold for a whopping 500 000 SOL* during an auction held in the Carmedil Auction Hause in collaboration with the Carmedil Museum of Fine Arts.

In the end, it might be for the best that the legendary tale of the Erveron and his singing ervas remains a charming mystery of the habitable world.

Pictured above: A recreation of the alleged Erva Choir, using three dressed up ervas. 

*SOL: solte, currency commonly used across Cerulia