Written By Vincenzo
June 25, 2019, 6:27 p.m.(5/8/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
You're like the guiding star, ever present for those wanting to seek you out. May Jayus send a dream to you that is frightening in how it will challenge you, but ultimately see you grow into something even more than you are today.
Written By Vincenzo
June 25, 2019, 12:45 a.m.(5/6/1011 AR)
After a walk in the forests where the hunting glade is at, looking at the gems which crowned the emerald grass, I returned to my shop to work on my latest artwork; that peerless gown of Cardian steelsilk and Pyran fireweave, where serpents twined and piles of polished epiphanite, star iron and onyx shine so mysteriously in the light of the lantern.
I felt my heart and mind burning with an image and felt my fingers move with deft skill creating something amazing. Truly, I made a song, dance and prayer to Jayus through needle, thread and stitch; a breathtaking piece as I looked at the finished product which could not be bought with paltry silver. It could only be obtained through equal effort of something that also could never be bought. As soon as I made it, it left me.
A crown of divine inspiration.
Back to the gown without equal.
I felt my heart and mind burning with an image and felt my fingers move with deft skill creating something amazing. Truly, I made a song, dance and prayer to Jayus through needle, thread and stitch; a breathtaking piece as I looked at the finished product which could not be bought with paltry silver. It could only be obtained through equal effort of something that also could never be bought. As soon as I made it, it left me.
A crown of divine inspiration.
Back to the gown without equal.
Written By Vincenzo
June 24, 2019, 7:27 p.m.(5/6/1011 AR)
As I was chatting the other day over drinks at one of my favorite haunts, the Black Axe, I was asked to commit my beliefs to my journal. Now these things aren't what everyone believes, and I'm not someone to judge another saying they're doing it wrong when I still have a mountain of mistakes I'm climbing. Nevertheless, let me write this down because who doesn't like a little scandal.
A master crafter should be protectors of their art, to be living and breathing representatives of Jayus as his disciples which bring inspiration to those around them. They shouldn't charge silver for their work, instead they should have established a patron relationship that looks after their needs. The patron shows their dedication to Jayus and the Church (as well as their excellent noble attributes due to having enough silver to shower others with blessings) by covering the living costs of the master crafter, and the master crafter works tirelessly leading in their artistic field by passing on knowledge and experience which builds prestige for their patron. Masters who don't have patrons aren't truly masters, they're still pressured to acquire silver instead of being free to truly live as an inspirational artist.
Let the journeymen and apprentices charge for silver as they're still learning their craft, they need to. Through competition with one another, it helps the best rise to the top! And if they're suitable to be a master, then they should already have years of building their reputation and have a patron lined up so when they speak with the Crafters Guild, they're recognized accordingly.
As a sucker is born every minute and a fool parts with their money easily, let a master become a true leader not by the acquisition of silver, but by the furthering of Art via the collection of apprentices and journeymen that they teach and support.
A master crafter should be protectors of their art, to be living and breathing representatives of Jayus as his disciples which bring inspiration to those around them. They shouldn't charge silver for their work, instead they should have established a patron relationship that looks after their needs. The patron shows their dedication to Jayus and the Church (as well as their excellent noble attributes due to having enough silver to shower others with blessings) by covering the living costs of the master crafter, and the master crafter works tirelessly leading in their artistic field by passing on knowledge and experience which builds prestige for their patron. Masters who don't have patrons aren't truly masters, they're still pressured to acquire silver instead of being free to truly live as an inspirational artist.
Let the journeymen and apprentices charge for silver as they're still learning their craft, they need to. Through competition with one another, it helps the best rise to the top! And if they're suitable to be a master, then they should already have years of building their reputation and have a patron lined up so when they speak with the Crafters Guild, they're recognized accordingly.
As a sucker is born every minute and a fool parts with their money easily, let a master become a true leader not by the acquisition of silver, but by the furthering of Art via the collection of apprentices and journeymen that they teach and support.
Written By Vincenzo
June 20, 2019, 10:41 p.m.(4/26/1011 AR)
No matter how strong the masonry, time helps the tiniest of plants tear down and crumble all walls.
Written By Vincenzo
June 14, 2019, 5:28 p.m.(4/14/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Brianna
I think everyone should have a copy of Lady Brianna's "Everyone Is Your Friend" be given to them on the day they become an adult.
It's a cheatsheet to win at things you can't win.
It's a cheatsheet to win at things you can't win.
Written By Vincenzo
June 13, 2019, 4:30 p.m.(4/12/1011 AR)
From far off Duskshire, clad in stone, woods and river,
Ancient forests cover where blood spilled makes you shiver.
With moonshine and horns, and stones standing guard,
Secrets long lost, truths being barred.
A sword that speaks not just when you strike,
Of flowers and trees, pilgrim watch where you hike.
Shades from the past, their whispers you hear,
Whenever pilgrim thoughts make Duskshire come near.
Ancient forests cover where blood spilled makes you shiver.
With moonshine and horns, and stones standing guard,
Secrets long lost, truths being barred.
A sword that speaks not just when you strike,
Of flowers and trees, pilgrim watch where you hike.
Shades from the past, their whispers you hear,
Whenever pilgrim thoughts make Duskshire come near.
Written By Vincenzo
June 11, 2019, 5:36 p.m.(4/8/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Thorn
If Luck is fickle, and love is blind,
then bad ideas to two people can bind.
A game of chance with cards and dice.
A night of fun, the poem was nice.
Friendship is more than fun times, you see.
It's a promise made between you and me.
To help and support, to laugh and to cry.
To be remembered fondly after we die.
And so this message I pen to you,
And say I'll be there whatever you do.
In good times and bad, in storm or sunshine.
To toast to your health when we drink our wine.
then bad ideas to two people can bind.
A game of chance with cards and dice.
A night of fun, the poem was nice.
Friendship is more than fun times, you see.
It's a promise made between you and me.
To help and support, to laugh and to cry.
To be remembered fondly after we die.
And so this message I pen to you,
And say I'll be there whatever you do.
In good times and bad, in storm or sunshine.
To toast to your health when we drink our wine.
Written By Vincenzo
June 7, 2019, 10:52 p.m.(3/28/1011 AR)
*There's a design that's been drawn here and underneath is the written journal accompanying it.
The hammer of Jayus struck again today as soon as I touched those bolts with my hands. A flowing gown, open and breezy reminding me of southern evenings where silk moved in the warm night breezes. The steelsilk with a light gold hue, similar to how the morning sun shines on pearlescent drops of dew transforming them to gilted drops of gold, bright and warm. Drawn with a belt of luxury brocade at the waist, roses of neodymium amongst intertwined vines of praseodymium embroidered on the brocade. The silk spilling and sliding across the body freely, drawn at the waist and neck only. A gorgeous chocker with epiphanite and dawnstones worked in to show her as the summer sun bringing warmth to where she graces others like flowers with her presence.
The sun brings the gemmed flowers to gaze upwards at her glory and rejoice to feel her nearby.
The hammer of Jayus struck again today as soon as I touched those bolts with my hands. A flowing gown, open and breezy reminding me of southern evenings where silk moved in the warm night breezes. The steelsilk with a light gold hue, similar to how the morning sun shines on pearlescent drops of dew transforming them to gilted drops of gold, bright and warm. Drawn with a belt of luxury brocade at the waist, roses of neodymium amongst intertwined vines of praseodymium embroidered on the brocade. The silk spilling and sliding across the body freely, drawn at the waist and neck only. A gorgeous chocker with epiphanite and dawnstones worked in to show her as the summer sun bringing warmth to where she graces others like flowers with her presence.
The sun brings the gemmed flowers to gaze upwards at her glory and rejoice to feel her nearby.
Written By Vincenzo
June 3, 2019, 1:16 p.m.(3/20/1011 AR)
While winter can be bleak, cold and downright miserable, I've been thinking perhaps it should be looked at as the gods preparing a canvas and setting down that crucial foundation layer. I'm looking forward to the first tell of new life with spring's colors as buds and leaf burst out like splatters of bejeweled paint touching that canvas. With that new life no doubt there will be fresh bold ideas like fledgling birds stretching their wings and testing if they're strong enough to fly.
I thank Lagoma on this First Bloom as her touch can be seen on the canvas, bringing to a dark world the color and sound of life.
I thank Petrichor on the oncoming Farmer's Rest, and will be looking forward to the hunts planned.
And I thank the Prince of Stories, that through this constant creation we're able to share such amazing things.
I thank Lagoma on this First Bloom as her touch can be seen on the canvas, bringing to a dark world the color and sound of life.
I thank Petrichor on the oncoming Farmer's Rest, and will be looking forward to the hunts planned.
And I thank the Prince of Stories, that through this constant creation we're able to share such amazing things.
Written By Vincenzo
May 19, 2019, 8:49 p.m.(2/18/1011 AR)
More hats should be worn with the language of feathers used.
Written By Vincenzo
April 23, 2019, 8:06 p.m.(12/22/1010 AR)
Recently a loud-penned godsworn was murdered in an alley within the upper boroughs by the Great Archive, a large smile carved on his chest. I suppose in life most things aren't what they seem. I wonder if the Iron Guard will be increasing their patrols or one of the knightly orders picking up to guard the godsworn. Maybe even just normal people? That might increase a demand in cloaks to block the cold chill on patrols.
I suppose with his fingers cut off, he can't point them at others anymore so that's a good lesson for me whenever I might want to loudly judge someone else.
You'll ultimately be a victim or a victor on the decisions in life, fate is a fairytale for the weak to hide behind and try avoiding repercussions.
I suppose with his fingers cut off, he can't point them at others anymore so that's a good lesson for me whenever I might want to loudly judge someone else.
You'll ultimately be a victim or a victor on the decisions in life, fate is a fairytale for the weak to hide behind and try avoiding repercussions.
Written By Vincenzo
April 11, 2019, 9:03 p.m.(11/26/1010 AR)
I finished an autumn outfit for a talented person, trying to capture the colors I see when I walked in the forest.
Written By Vincenzo
April 3, 2019, 7:43 p.m.(11/10/1010 AR)
The sun shines brightly on cloudless day, warming trees with outstretched arms holding their treasures of gold, amber, ruby and emerald that they scatter with autumn breeze and which crunches underfoot.
My shops have been busy of late, preparing for some truly interesting moments in the future. I'm looking forward to it, Master Thayne. Of seeing a world transformed, of crowds transfixed.
My shops have been busy of late, preparing for some truly interesting moments in the future. I'm looking forward to it, Master Thayne. Of seeing a world transformed, of crowds transfixed.
Written By Vincenzo
March 25, 2019, 1:39 p.m.(10/20/1010 AR)
I walk in the forests and take in the acrid perfume while the breeze flits through arms holding the sky up, sending leaves to crunch underfoot.
How bright and lively the forests burn and dance with gowns and tresses of russets and sepias. Tresses of bright gamboge, crimson and carmine with lurid crowns majestic.
While silent pine sentinels stand ready with their cloaks of evergreen.
How bright and lively the forests burn and dance with gowns and tresses of russets and sepias. Tresses of bright gamboge, crimson and carmine with lurid crowns majestic.
While silent pine sentinels stand ready with their cloaks of evergreen.
Written By Vincenzo
March 6, 2019, 1:21 p.m.(9/10/1010 AR)
I went to the opening of the new observatory hosted by lady Delilah and contemplated on the mysteries of the heavens above us, she did a marvelous job. I wonder if Arvum at night mirrors the stars with all the little fires and candles flickering and twinkling.
Autumn is coming, with it the world sheds the pale blue skies with those golden rings around the hot sun and gives spring a run for its money with trees changing fashion with all the amber, burnt oranges, sepia browns, russets and scarlets that flood the eyes and crackle merrily underfoot. Of dark brown branches turning skeletal with their last crimson and carmine leaves clinging on.
I'm looking forward to new colors and fabrics to dress Arx in.
Autumn is coming, with it the world sheds the pale blue skies with those golden rings around the hot sun and gives spring a run for its money with trees changing fashion with all the amber, burnt oranges, sepia browns, russets and scarlets that flood the eyes and crackle merrily underfoot. Of dark brown branches turning skeletal with their last crimson and carmine leaves clinging on.
I'm looking forward to new colors and fabrics to dress Arx in.
Written By Vincenzo
Feb. 21, 2019, 1:56 p.m.(8/12/1010 AR)
Never ever put your eggs in one basket.
Written By Vincenzo
Feb. 19, 2019, 12:53 p.m.(8/8/1010 AR)
I’m working on establishing additional shops in a few cities, the merchants have been very receptive on that goal. Perhaps there’s opportunity to bring the best of Arvum fashion to the world instead of being so easily impressed by outside influence. Then again, I wouldn’t mind working with more steelsilk or other fabrics.
I met a peacocking Sword and they seem interesting.
I'm creating draft sketches of outfits made of fireweave which are made for maybe a warmer climate with lots of flowing streamers.
I might be sketching out a cabbage beret too, to be dyed pink.
I met a peacocking Sword and they seem interesting.
I'm creating draft sketches of outfits made of fireweave which are made for maybe a warmer climate with lots of flowing streamers.
I might be sketching out a cabbage beret too, to be dyed pink.
Written By Vincenzo
Jan. 20, 2019, 4:01 a.m.(6/3/1010 AR)
The forgotten sun rose on a Spring morning, unexpected
The world lost to ice and frost, a Winter unending.
Slowly the warmth returned, ten fingers and toes,
A heartbeat brought back to life like a crocus bursting through snow.
Face lifted into the warmth of the sun
Deep breaths drawn in, blood flowing, time still.
Unexpected and yet cherished, a reminder of what came before.
Before the endless, driving rain of icy knives.
Before the blade that carved skin from muscle,
Leaving raw ragged flesh exposed to cold and rain and sleet.
Before time and solitude rendered tissue as stone and steel.
As swift as it arrived, the light left, and in the wake the cold returns.
Veins freeze and light fades, swift and sure as the sun sets.
May it be forgotten again.
The world lost to ice and frost, a Winter unending.
Slowly the warmth returned, ten fingers and toes,
A heartbeat brought back to life like a crocus bursting through snow.
Face lifted into the warmth of the sun
Deep breaths drawn in, blood flowing, time still.
Unexpected and yet cherished, a reminder of what came before.
Before the endless, driving rain of icy knives.
Before the blade that carved skin from muscle,
Leaving raw ragged flesh exposed to cold and rain and sleet.
Before time and solitude rendered tissue as stone and steel.
As swift as it arrived, the light left, and in the wake the cold returns.
Veins freeze and light fades, swift and sure as the sun sets.
May it be forgotten again.
Written By Vincenzo
Jan. 2, 2019, 2:08 p.m.(4/15/1010 AR)
I completed a sculpture and had it delivered to the Valardin ward for the Artshall Spring Fete. It was the first sculpture that I was actually satisfied with when I saw it taken away. I have some very, very fond memories associated with the work, and for that alone it will live in my heart.
It was successful enough that I am considering adding more of such pieces to my shop. I am already considering expansion. My first thought was to create separate rooms for each of our Principalities, as each has their own unique take on style trends. But given the current circumstances, I do not know if segregation is what is needed right now. So perhaps instead I will simply add in an alcove for statuary or drawings, mmm?
It was successful enough that I am considering adding more of such pieces to my shop. I am already considering expansion. My first thought was to create separate rooms for each of our Principalities, as each has their own unique take on style trends. But given the current circumstances, I do not know if segregation is what is needed right now. So perhaps instead I will simply add in an alcove for statuary or drawings, mmm?
Written By Vincenzo
Dec. 30, 2018, 8:59 p.m.(4/9/1010 AR)
I leave soon for the South. I am starting to wonder if it even matters. What does any of it matter?
I am what I am. Perhaps I should give up on this ridiculous adventure.
I am what I am. Perhaps I should give up on this ridiculous adventure.
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