Written By Vincenzo
Dec. 16, 2018, 12:22 p.m.(3/8/1010 AR)
I cannot quite believe just how much money I have been able to make in so little time. I sit here in my newly furnished quarters and I ask myself why it is I waited so long to come to Arx. This place is a gold mine. I have been burning through commissions until my fingers ache. I have not sewn this much since I was a young apprentice listening to Esme criticize my uneven hems. That woman, how I cursed her name when she kept me up, night after night stitching the same bit of cloth over and over until I would bet that I could sew with my eyes closed. Never make that bet. No matter how good you might be, trust me. It is a stupendously bad idea. Still. Her persistence has forged me into the artist I might never have otherwise been.
Written By Vincenzo
Dec. 14, 2018, 9:17 a.m.(3/4/1010 AR)
I do not think I have stopped for a moment since I came to Arx. It is almost as if everything in my life simply stopped for ten years and then within the space of three weeks I've crammed in the activity of that missing decade. I have spoken to family for the first time since Carlotta made her decision. I have begun to work towards finding out the truth of things (ooooh, how vague, I know.) and I have sewn my fingers near to the bone. Thanks be to the gods that I was able to find a few seamstresses and a hemsman at the Shrine of Jayus looking for work. Every time I lay out new pieces it seems they are gone in seconds. I have never seen an appetite for clothes quite like it. Even in Setarco, the city of Silk itself.
Not to say there aren't downsides. So far they have come no where near the benefits, however.
I should send a letter back to Esme.
Not to say there aren't downsides. So far they have come no where near the benefits, however.
I should send a letter back to Esme.
Written By Vincenzo
Dec. 9, 2018, 11:41 p.m.(2/23/1010 AR)
Never in my life have I seen wealth on display such as I have seen in Arx. A man came into my shop dripping with jewels. Dawnstone and epiphanite, star iron and duskstones. And these were the *commoners*. I feel as though the world has turned somewhat upside down, but that could be the exhaustion talking. Never have I been so busy. It has been a long time since I have had to dictate my journals, thank you scholar, by the way, but I do not think I could hold the quill in my fingers so sore they are right now.
I have had no less than thirteen pieces commissioned this week and I have filled almost all of them. I have ensured I have some basic stock available as well, though that seems to sell nearly as fast as it can be made.
I think I shall like it here. Or I will once I get my own jewelry.
I have had no less than thirteen pieces commissioned this week and I have filled almost all of them. I have ensured I have some basic stock available as well, though that seems to sell nearly as fast as it can be made.
I think I shall like it here. Or I will once I get my own jewelry.
Written By Vincenzo
Nov. 30, 2018, 9:30 p.m.(2/4/1010 AR)
I find myself in Arx at last. The city is as massive and grand as I was told. Even in the depths of this appalling weather the bones of greatness are plain to see. I found myself wandering through the markets and it was something from a dream. The panoply of color and texture that left me wishing I had more coin to my name. Not the first time in the last ten years I've had that thought. Soon enough. I just have to remember that. Esme said I would do well here. I can make a fortune here. My designs and skill with fabric should be in decent demand. In fact, I already have an offer from someone to be my muse. I will dress her and she will spread my name to those with the coin to buy the wares I offer. Jayus be praised.
Seriously though, what the fuck is up with this snow? Why the hell didn't I wait until spring? Ugh.
Seriously though, what the fuck is up with this snow? Why the hell didn't I wait until spring? Ugh.
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