Written By Fortunato
Oct. 11, 2017, 9:37 a.m.(5/18/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
Wait, what, no!
That is not an accurate summation of events! Also, that is not an acceptable nickname, put it back!
That is not an accurate summation of events! Also, that is not an acceptable nickname, put it back!
Written By Fortunato
Oct. 10, 2017, 8:29 a.m.(5/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
Won’t discount desolate beauty, light diffused by ice, so forth. Material for a thousand sketches.
But cold is such bullshit.
But cold is such bullshit.
Written By Fortunato
Oct. 7, 2017, 7:56 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
What a light you are. Wait, am I saying that right?
Written By Fortunato
Oct. 7, 2017, 6:52 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)
How possible is it to know your own motivations?
You can dig deep enough to draw blood. You can peel back layer after layer and say 'it looked like I was doing this, or I thought I was feeling this, but I actually feel that instead.' You can draw up a list of your strengths and flaws, you can attempt to itemize what to do to improve them. You can struggle to change yourself and your environment.
But do you really know why? The ripples your actions take are out of your control, but are you, even, under your own control? Can you even be sure of what you really want? Can you be sure of your own fascinations?
In the end, can you trust yourself?
You can dig deep enough to draw blood. You can peel back layer after layer and say 'it looked like I was doing this, or I thought I was feeling this, but I actually feel that instead.' You can draw up a list of your strengths and flaws, you can attempt to itemize what to do to improve them. You can struggle to change yourself and your environment.
But do you really know why? The ripples your actions take are out of your control, but are you, even, under your own control? Can you even be sure of what you really want? Can you be sure of your own fascinations?
In the end, can you trust yourself?
Written By Fortunato
Sept. 23, 2017, 1:14 a.m.(4/7/1007 AR)
Every action or proclamation that makes the world larger must be celebrated. I feel a faint tremor, like inspiration shook-through. I see new avenues for exploration.
Ready to paint like I've never painted.
Ready to paint like I've never painted.
Written By Fortunato
Sept. 20, 2017, 5:35 p.m.(4/2/1007 AR)
Puzzled about the source of talk about thralls in the archives? Then please visit the Inner Sanctum of the Shrine of the First Choice. May you be graced with context.
Written By Fortunato
Sept. 16, 2017, 5:53 p.m.(3/22/1007 AR)
Philosophy is intimacy.
Written By Fortunato
Sept. 10, 2017, 9:15 a.m.(3/10/1007 AR)
Ah, the price of a life! I ask 7,000 silver to immortalize a person, when I ask at all. I can't say to paint a person is innately harder than to kill them, I do find it incredibly hard to kill a person. Easy enough to push a fellow like me over. However, I must also observe that for an experienced killer, an average person's death is the work of a moment and may be paid accordingly.
Replace silver with ideals and I'm not convinced lives are always worth much more. Depends on the scales you're using, I suppose.
Replace silver with ideals and I'm not convinced lives are always worth much more. Depends on the scales you're using, I suppose.
Written By Fortunato
Aug. 27, 2017, 11:35 p.m.(2/8/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
I don't actually know the man, but he does appear to be the wittiest fellow in the compact, and that's certainly worth something. Nobility? Why not.
Written By Fortunato
Aug. 27, 2017, 11:16 p.m.(2/8/1007 AR)
Sketches.
Armor. Pieces of armor, scattered. Broken swords. Broken spear hafts.
A few figures in armor, mostly women, their hair ragged and unbound, or cropped close, or carefully bound. Their postures betray exhaustion in a few standard settings. Shoulders slumped, back curled, legs wobbled, arms gone flopped.
Monsters. Fanged and horned, bearing swords, bearing whips, two-legged, mostly, with fight in their eyes. A lot of frustrated scribbles in the margins. And out of the margins.
Armor. Pieces of armor, scattered. Broken swords. Broken spear hafts.
A few figures in armor, mostly women, their hair ragged and unbound, or cropped close, or carefully bound. Their postures betray exhaustion in a few standard settings. Shoulders slumped, back curled, legs wobbled, arms gone flopped.
Monsters. Fanged and horned, bearing swords, bearing whips, two-legged, mostly, with fight in their eyes. A lot of frustrated scribbles in the margins. And out of the margins.
Written By Fortunato
Aug. 20, 2017, 3:08 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)
A sketch.
The pool of Mangata's shrine gone a boiling churn of black, the steps stained, the trees in a wilt as if drawing away from it.
The pool of Mangata's shrine gone a boiling churn of black, the steps stained, the trees in a wilt as if drawing away from it.
Written By Fortunato
Aug. 13, 2017, 8:40 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
Sketches, labeled 'masquerade'.
A heart encircles the canvas entire.
A chain, looping across the top of the canvas and doubling back to appear to break near the center. From this broken link, a sharp, elongated star or explosion, its farthest points closing off the top right edge of the canvas.
A line of human teeth ridged along the bottom of the canvas. A smaller heart along the right edge with the word "Mae" written inside it. A rough uncoiled serpentine line left of the center, heavy and disruptive.
A heart encircles the canvas entire.
A chain, looping across the top of the canvas and doubling back to appear to break near the center. From this broken link, a sharp, elongated star or explosion, its farthest points closing off the top right edge of the canvas.
A line of human teeth ridged along the bottom of the canvas. A smaller heart along the right edge with the word "Mae" written inside it. A rough uncoiled serpentine line left of the center, heavy and disruptive.
Written By Fortunato
Aug. 1, 2017, 7:56 p.m.(12/11/1006 AR)
I enjoy the ocean. It respects no tidals and is always tidey.
This is the best I can do, Aureth. Can't we do pictures instead.
This is the best I can do, Aureth. Can't we do pictures instead.
Written By Fortunato
July 31, 2017, 11:50 a.m.(12/9/1006 AR)
Clearly I should participate in more duels to improve everyone's self regard and good humor.
Written By Fortunato
July 28, 2017, 9:16 a.m.(12/2/1006 AR)
You choose a patron based on the greatest freedom of personal expression and the least expectation of return. Then you typically end up without a patron. Walking your own path, dreaming your own dreams, relying on your family for silver.
But it's pure, very pure.
But it's pure, very pure.
Written By Fortunato
July 23, 2017, 7:51 p.m.(11/21/1006 AR)
Foolery remains my best hope.
Written By Fortunato
July 16, 2017, 12:54 a.m.(11/6/1006 AR)
It's nice to write about gentle things.
Scents, then.
The sea. The river where it meets the sea.
Solvent. You get used to it.
The sharp ash-scent of flame.
Damp wood, damp woods, fur and feather.
New-cut cloth.
Scents, then.
The sea. The river where it meets the sea.
Solvent. You get used to it.
The sharp ash-scent of flame.
Damp wood, damp woods, fur and feather.
New-cut cloth.
Written By Fortunato
July 13, 2017, 9:32 a.m.(10/28/1006 AR)
Incidentally, if anyone approached me in dung and fireweave, I would be at least a little attracted. A little.
Written By Fortunato
July 10, 2017, 4:38 p.m.(10/23/1006 AR)
One of the great, strange freedoms of being common is the freedom not to marry. And, if you do marry, the freedom to have a marriage of no political importance at all. How restful.
Written By Fortunato
June 19, 2017, 11:13 a.m.(9/6/1006 AR)
I'm just delighted we could have this discussion on black birds, cuisine, and, well, flesh, I suppose. Delighted.
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