Written By Fortunato
Oct. 31, 2019, 8:42 p.m.(2/13/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
Ahahaha! We need to talk about paintings, Prima Shard.
Written By Fortunato
Oct. 7, 2019, 9:34 a.m.(12/20/1011 AR)
There is a kind of artist
Who paints a clever painting.
“I have depicted the world as it truly is!”
He cries.
And though he walks a thousand new
Landscapes
He will be blind
To any piece of the Dream
That does not match his canvas.
Who paints a clever painting.
“I have depicted the world as it truly is!”
He cries.
And though he walks a thousand new
Landscapes
He will be blind
To any piece of the Dream
That does not match his canvas.
Written By Fortunato
Aug. 3, 2019, 10:15 p.m.(8/3/1011 AR)
I don't even really know what's going on, but I walk into the archives and I suddenly want to punch a noble.
Written By Fortunato
June 27, 2019, 9:19 p.m.(5/12/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I don't know what to think. Or to say.
But I'm going to try this bracelet thing. Distilling people's stories into a bit of metal they can keep with them.
It's something you would've liked, maybe.
But I'm going to try this bracelet thing. Distilling people's stories into a bit of metal they can keep with them.
It's something you would've liked, maybe.
Written By Fortunato
May 19, 2019, 11:37 p.m.(2/19/1011 AR)
Growth or hope or triaging loss.
To everything there is a cost.
To everything there is a cost.
Written By Fortunato
April 7, 2019, 10:43 p.m.(11/18/1010 AR)
Courtesy of Dame Morrighan and Guildmaster Joscelin, I am so astonishingly well-dressed that I don't quite recognize myself. Or know what to do with myself. Perhaps this was a dire decision, to pay geniuses to clothe me so well.
Written By Fortunato
March 3, 2019, 11:41 a.m.(9/4/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Lisebet
Ahaha! You are never too old for nightmares.
Written By Fortunato
Feb. 20, 2019, 7:52 p.m.(8/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Gilroy
Hm. If I thought a reform was insufficiently radical, I'm not sure my first or third reaction would be to kill the reformer and laud the status quo.
Written By Fortunato
Feb. 18, 2019, 12:22 a.m.(8/5/1010 AR)
It is a time for change. A time for speech. A time for graces. How strange, how strange.
Written By Fortunato
Feb. 3, 2019, 10:59 p.m.(7/5/1010 AR)
Who do we want to be?
Is it better to be safe, but constrained to the point that your life is only your own in spurts and sprints? What constraints would you be willing to accept for security? What constraints would you be willing to place on others? We are only human. The constraints we will accept are usually different than the constraints we would impose.
Few people are willing to erode their own power.
Is it better to be safe, but constrained to the point that your life is only your own in spurts and sprints? What constraints would you be willing to accept for security? What constraints would you be willing to place on others? We are only human. The constraints we will accept are usually different than the constraints we would impose.
Few people are willing to erode their own power.
Written By Fortunato
Dec. 7, 2018, 8:48 p.m.(2/19/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Perronne
Ah, but striving for the impossible is exhausting, so perhaps choose a select one or few things to strive impossibly for at a time. Unless you like being perpetually exhausted, or are marvelously tireless. I like lying on my back and looking at the stars sometimes. But art is as often driven by our failures and our periods of watchful quiet as it is by our laborious successes. It is perhaps a spoiled cycle, but here we are.
(As a side note, though, I can't say I ever much cared for platinum, though. Simply not my aesthetic.)
(As a side note, though, I can't say I ever much cared for platinum, though. Simply not my aesthetic.)
Written By Fortunato
Dec. 2, 2018, 11:05 a.m.(2/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Juniper
A painting that depicted the viewer's worst fear. A painting that viewer could enter.
Written By Fortunato
Nov. 21, 2018, 10:53 a.m.(1/13/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Preston
Thank you for indulging me. It is easy for an artist with no authority and no capacity for battle to warn broad cautions and speak in a way that reflects my own nightmares. You did not have to address the doubts of a nobody about a word choice.
Written By Fortunato
Nov. 20, 2018, 3:47 p.m.(1/12/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Preston
My concern is that we make the Abandoned and the Abyss one and the same. My caution is toward seeing every expulsion or skirmish as a righteous one. My caution is against forgetting that the Abyss does not need permission or worship to corrupt or destroy. Shard can forever speak better and surer about her own people.
I ask only that you be careful about seeing people as resources for the Abyss. There are those who have indeed thus advocated preemptive slaughter in the name of safety.
I ask only that you be careful about seeing people as resources for the Abyss. There are those who have indeed thus advocated preemptive slaughter in the name of safety.
Written By Fortunato
Nov. 20, 2018, 1:03 a.m.(1/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Preston
Remember it is not only the Abandoned who can be a resource for the enemy. Remember that to be a 'resource' is often to be a victim.
Remember that a member of the Compact is not protected from becoming the same. Not if you killed or drove off every strange man or a woman in a thousand miles. We all grieve, but there is no 'safe'. And you cannot slaughter a place into being safe.
Remember that a member of the Compact is not protected from becoming the same. Not if you killed or drove off every strange man or a woman in a thousand miles. We all grieve, but there is no 'safe'. And you cannot slaughter a place into being safe.
Written By Fortunato
Nov. 16, 2018, 10:25 p.m.(1/4/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Leona
I cannot possibly better Leona's statement. I want to talk about heroes and stories, all the same.
A hero is a story. One distilled and focused. Every person you have ever admired, every legend you ever wanted to emulate occasionally had feet of clay or a heart of glass. I like my stories with the feet of clay and the heart of glass. I find stories of pure people doing purely heroic things and living only for Others or the Compact difficult instructions to live by. Mix the flaws back in those stories and I find them more compelling. That enshrined moment of triumph and tragedy has context. The story has more of a journey in it, and I love journeys.
The ideals still serve a purpose, just as a simple, but beautiful image serves a purpose. You focus on a bright point. Come storm, come trauma, come collapse and terror, you still have that simple, sure bright point to crawl toward. That is what ideals are for.
The journey is still important. The truest memorial we can give to anyone is to remember and celebrate them as they were, with all those wonderful, terrible intertwined stories. We are dust and light, memory and soul, and when we die, we return to the Wheel and we may yet return from it. But memories fade if they are not kept. The archives of Vellichor and the tales, told and retold, of those who love us, these are the true memorial. And may even the commonest of soldiers be granted it.
A hero is a story. One distilled and focused. Every person you have ever admired, every legend you ever wanted to emulate occasionally had feet of clay or a heart of glass. I like my stories with the feet of clay and the heart of glass. I find stories of pure people doing purely heroic things and living only for Others or the Compact difficult instructions to live by. Mix the flaws back in those stories and I find them more compelling. That enshrined moment of triumph and tragedy has context. The story has more of a journey in it, and I love journeys.
The ideals still serve a purpose, just as a simple, but beautiful image serves a purpose. You focus on a bright point. Come storm, come trauma, come collapse and terror, you still have that simple, sure bright point to crawl toward. That is what ideals are for.
The journey is still important. The truest memorial we can give to anyone is to remember and celebrate them as they were, with all those wonderful, terrible intertwined stories. We are dust and light, memory and soul, and when we die, we return to the Wheel and we may yet return from it. But memories fade if they are not kept. The archives of Vellichor and the tales, told and retold, of those who love us, these are the true memorial. And may even the commonest of soldiers be granted it.
Written By Fortunato
Nov. 14, 2018, 12:44 a.m.(12/26/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Cybele
Cybele was a guide and a teacher to me while I was lost in turbulent waters. Cybele's concept of liminality, existing between, has remained an inspiration to me.
I still have so much to learn. I will miss them deeply.
I still have so much to learn. I will miss them deeply.
Written By Fortunato
Nov. 11, 2018, 5:47 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
[A colored sketch]
A dark figure sits crouched in a dark cell. Cell and figure are lit only by the great, swollen red moon visible through the bars, a great, red moon gravid with fire. The figure's dark eyes are their only distinguishing feature, and they glitter in the moon's light.
A dark figure sits crouched in a dark cell. Cell and figure are lit only by the great, swollen red moon visible through the bars, a great, red moon gravid with fire. The figure's dark eyes are their only distinguishing feature, and they glitter in the moon's light.
Written By Fortunato
Nov. 10, 2018, 10:49 a.m.(12/19/1009 AR)
On further matters of children.
My brother is, as often, cruel, but accurate, having been privy to all manner of tantrums and squalling desires. Which also answers Niklas: yes, I have been an outer child, I never stopped being one.
Joscelin, I can speak not all to bearing children, but chocolate and fish do not sound entirely unpleasant as a consequence. Lianne, I appreciate your description of the intersection between wonder and wonderful courage and that need for restraint and sense. Do tell me if frolicking ever bubbles up amid the wonder.
My brother is, as often, cruel, but accurate, having been privy to all manner of tantrums and squalling desires. Which also answers Niklas: yes, I have been an outer child, I never stopped being one.
Joscelin, I can speak not all to bearing children, but chocolate and fish do not sound entirely unpleasant as a consequence. Lianne, I appreciate your description of the intersection between wonder and wonderful courage and that need for restraint and sense. Do tell me if frolicking ever bubbles up amid the wonder.
Written By Fortunato
Nov. 8, 2018, 10:18 p.m.(12/16/1009 AR)
Hm. I have a deep appreciation for the Dreamer, but I don't believe I've ever had an inner child. What are they, exactly? What are they like? Do they frolic? Make you frolic? Are inner children documented phenomena?
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