"Feeling close to the Scholar, I have a great reverence towards Byregot. In the pursuit of knowledge, experiencing it for wisdom, applying it for building. It is the physical of all we have accomplished."
"Look around and at yourself. The clothes you are wearing, the shoes. How well balanced weapons are. How nurturing food is. All of that, regardless of its size, is an amazing creation. Would be remiss to not feel some pride; feel the mark you leave on yourself and others."
Jancis stands back and waves at the blank canvas that has been posted up by the stone. "We all start out as a canvas like this, life is a painting that does not erase or end. You continue to paint upon it; others do. And each day you add a bit to it shall make it all the more potent and meaningful to your own or another's."
Jancis takes one of the brushes by the canvas and carefully draws the symbol of Byregot on the middle of it. It is simple and not perfect, but the black stands out in stark contrast on the white cloth. Standing back, she looks at it for a moment and brings out some other colors and brushes.
"I would like to thank very much the guards who have kept vigil over us during our celebration. To everyone who shared words and stories and even songs this day."
"I welcome you all to leave your own mark here this night, and either write or paint something upon this canvas on what you are building in your own lives. What you work on. What you work towards."
Jancis smiles at everyone and raises her hands up, ringing the hand bell and heralding the end of the celebration!
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Aiouxdaux Beaumont nods, "I will come... and now, I want to add some color to the canvas up there. Come with me?"
Aiouxdaux Beaumont glances back, then nods and dips his fingers in the red paint and smears it across the canvas. A mass of red which, after some smearing, comes to look like wives of the ocean, and a small half circle upon the horizon. All in shades of red and white, "...mm, there. Fitting?"
Asmodean Gaidin looks at the canvas before looking back down at the now sleeping unicolt in his arm. " I'll have to wait for you wake.... or find someone to hold you it seems." He said quietly before looking about.
Asmodean Gaidin walks closer to the stone before dropping to knee to place the tiny colt on the ground. He then removed a glove and dipped a finger tip into the black paint before slowly drawing out a heron. HE looks at it for a while before nodding, thinking it was a fair match to the symbol he was thinking of.
Barengar Armsbreaker slowly pushes himself to his feet, turning his attention to the canvas with a thoughtful expression.
Barengar Armsbreaker stood at the rear of those gathered before the canvas, painting their contributions. He was not even quite certain why he was considering adding something himself, yet here he was.
Barengar Armsbreaker took in a full breath before grunting and simply stepping toward the canvas and taking a brush of blue paint.
Barengar Armsbreaker was far from an accomplished artist , but he would put forth his best effort into the task. As he did with everything he chose to do. He took his time and, by the time he was finished, the was one woad-blue shark painted upon the canvas. Though to some it might appear to be a simple fish, it was enough for the Ala Mhigan as he gave a firm nod and took a step back; brush discarded.
Barengar Armsbreaker glances over his shoulder and then around the area of the large stone before backing himself up toward the edge, quietly watching those that arrived to paint upon the communal canvas.
Blake Forester picks up a brush with dalamud red paint added to it. He then finds an empty enough space to start his drawing. He is careful with each stroke, deliberately planning out a rather elaborate chunk of artwork. What is produced is al khan khee, an endless walk or hammer. A seemingly endless knot. Â (( http://i.imgur.com/nalnSYn.png )) Blake took a step back and stared up at the work.
Blake Forester looks up to the painting and then back down to Jadoth. "We aren't much without our dreams I suppose. The idea of maybe someday, you know?"
Chachanji Gegenji timidly approaches as the pilgrims turn their attentions on each other. "S-so... we should draw somethin' here then?"
Chachanji Gegenji takes the brush and looks at the canvas, finally drawing what is likely supposed to be a shield of some sort in the bottom right corner. It was about the highest he could reach.
Chachanji Gegenji: "I... I wonder how many folkses are gonna draw somethin' on th' canvas..."
Chachanji Gegenji: "I-I'm better at makin' a shield than drawin' one..."
Cliodhna Eoghan Glances over at the canvas
Cliodhna Eoghan Brushes her fingers lightly on Erik's arm before leaving. "I'm going to paint something a moment....Be right back."
Cliodhna Eoghan Kneels down and picks a rolanberry colored paint, gaze fixated on the canvas; teeth worrying her bottom lip in thought. After a long pause she paints what looks like two different sized hands. the first one with smaller, cubby fingers. the latter one bearing slender fingers and long nails. Sighing quietly; she dusts the dirt from her knees and stands.
Cliodhna Eoghan Motions to the paints and brushes. "Let me scoot out of the way then." Grins again
Jancis Milburga: "Please feel free to grab a brush and add your own mark. Are plenty of paints and colors."
Edda Eglantine frowns at the painting, as if it offended her.
Edda Eglantine: "No," Edda says slowly, and looks back to the canvas. "I have been busy with other things." She picks up a brush, suddenly inspired, but hesitates.
Edda Eglantine sideyes Franz. "You are not." She looks back to the canvas and dips her brush in a gentle pink, and begins to paint a tiny briar rose at the bottom center of the canvas. It is remarkably life-like and practiced, that at a distance it might almost seem real. Finished, she sets the brush down and takes a step back.
Erik Mynhier draws two interlocked rings with a bell below them.
Erik Mynhier: Most of my goals are met, but I painted a sign that hopes for a smooth wedding.
Fiona Cooper dips in her pocket and takes something, popping it in her mouth as she watches people paint.
Franz Renatus stares at the canvas from a distance
Franz Renatus quietly hums to himself, debating if he wants to add anything to the canvas.
Franz Renatus walks up to the canvas
Franz Renatus motions to the canvas. "Draw or paint what you like. I'll not be a bother." He takes a few steps away.
Franz Renatus looks around for a brush and some red paint, walking over to the canvas.
Franz Renatus takes hold of the brush carefully, painting the face of a young-looking girl. It's no masterpiece by any means, but the features are easy enough to see.
Franz Renatus carefully returns the paint and brush to where they were previously, after finishing.
Gareth Evershield clambers his way up the rock, slowly awaiting a turn to paint upon the canvas.
Gareth Evershield moves forward, kneeling down to take up a red brush. He sets his tongue in his cheek as he slowly paints what appears to be a shield, drawing a line down the middle of it. He had thought to draw the Red Wings symbol elsewhere, but his Paladin insignia already looked bad enough. He grins, shaking his head and standing once more.
Gareth Evershield 's shoulders sag as he lets out a stressed breath, sitting down beside the canvas for a moment.
Jadoth Bloodreign grabs a brush, dunking it into some metal-gray paint. He draws a sword on the canvas - one that resembles the sword tied to his belt.
Jana Ridah: How do I draw amends?
Jana Ridah: I think I know what to draw.
Jana Ridah picks a small corner and randomly grabs a blue brush, drawing a circle with a stick coming out of it.
J'azhar Tia lurches forward, scrambling to his feet and wends his way quickly towards the canvas as quickly as he can manage without tripping over the other pilgrims. When he gets there, however, he hesitates - before bypassing the brushes entirely, and dipping his fingers into a pot of vivid yellow paint. A bold smear upon the canvas - a circle, like in Ciel's story, bright and warm. Azeyma. The sun. And then, fingers still dripping yellow, he whirls away into the crowd once more.
J'azhar Tia grins in return - and then entirely as though expecting Aioux to submit, reaches up to paint two sun-shine yellow streaks across his cheeks, one below each eye. Then, satisfied with his handiwork, he does the same to his own cheeks.
Jancis Milburga: "There is still room on the canvas up here by the stone. Looks like the crowd has moved on. Lots of paints must needs use them up."
John Waterstrike there doesn't seem to be much emotion to the clap that John gives. Â There was so much that he had to work on building...or rebuilding in the case of his and Howl's friendship. Â He brought his camera up so that he can get pictures of those painting symbols.
John Waterstrike moves up on the stone but out of the way so that others can reach the canvas and give himself time to work on what he wish to paint on it...if there might be room once everyone was done.
John Waterstrike moves over to the canvas, taking one of the brushes. Â He takes a moment and draws the symbol for physick. Â He place the brush back and wonders if that is enough.
Kepolo Kana examines the canvas thoughtfully, humming softly to herself as she thinks.
Kepolo Kana picks up a brush and dips it into a pot of lavender paint, looking at the canvas she thinks about what to draw. Raising her hand up she taps the brush against her chin, leaving a purplish smear.
Kepolo Kana steps up to the canvas and draws a picture of a lavender colored carbuncle reading a blue book. Grinning she puts the blue and lavender brushes back and itches her nose, adding a blue streak to her face.
Kepolo Kana: "Are you going to draw on the canvas too?"
Kepolo Kana gestures behind her at the large canvas. "The canvas! I drew a carbuncle." She grins at the dark skinned man.
Koporo Aporo "...I might have an idear..." He waddled off to the canvas, picking up the brush.
Koporo Aporo "Ya...Kinda corny, but I like it." He points to the arrangement of stick figures with the words "Fahmly" written underneath.
Lilia Lia steps forward and takes the brush, drawing in two swift strokes a small heart, like the one on her cheek. Â She pauses for a second, then draws another, slightly smaller heart beside it.
Nadine Marteau quietly approaches the canvas, taking a brush and beginning to paint a green stem blooming from the bottom of the canvas, complete with thorns. Once done, she pants a red rose flower atop it. She then steps away with a smile.
Nako'li Chalahko stretches and heads towards the canvas
Nako'li Chalahko moves away from the canvas.
Nako'li Chalahko kneels and retrieves a brush, then near the center, underneath Jancis' own picture, the draws the scroll of Thaliak, with the symbol of Nald'thal located within it. His initials adorning the rolls of the scroll.
Nako'li Chalahko nods to himself and then turns away from the canvas, bowing to Jancis once more before leaving the rock.
Oscare Iono: "I should at least go and do something at the canvas."
Oscare Iono taps his chin in thought before facing the canvas again. He kneels down to start his brush strokes, painting a small circle cut in half, one side shaded and the other not. The shaded side had a frown while the unshaded side was smiling, giving it a strange sideways S-look. He backs away after placing the tools back. "How's that?"
Qaratolui Noyakir hearing the announcement about the canvas, and seeing that the crowd has indeed thinned some, decides he might as well take his turn soon. He begins walking toward the canvas.
Qaratolui Noyakir looking at the many colours of paint left over, he pauses for a moment, content to watch the others still using it.
Qaratolui Noyakir looks purposefully at the various pictures drawn on the canvas, searching for space to squeeze in another. He steps forward and dips his finger in one of the darker paints, then begins his work.
Qaratolui Noyakir makes a somewhat crude drawing of some kind of tent, surrounded by a black circle. Happy with his work, he pauses to look at it pensively, getting a bit of paint on his chin.
Qaratolui Noyakir nods at the canvas and looks around at the others, almost smiling, as he wipes his hands on his pants, not realizing there's still paint on his chin.
Qhora Bajihri waits for an opportunity, then ducks in to pick up a brush with blue paint, and leave a quick, simple curl to one side of the canvas.
Raisan Arcmantle takes out his blacksmith hammer and a titanium rivet and punches it into the lower corner of the canvas. Changed to his goldsmith hammer and etches in the Harbringers emblem into the head of the rivet.
Valentinoix Thibault: Is it common practice to use oneself as a canvas?
Valentinoix Thibault: Mayhap now the crowd hath thinned, I may partake in this painting.
Valentinoix Thibault: Mayhap a small attempt at painting afore leaving. I do dislike the Woods.
Valentinoix Thibault takes the brush, pondering what to paint. Maybe that flower over there by the lake.
Valentinoix Thibault studies the mess of colors. It seems like a jumble, but it's bright enough to see. He dips the brush into paint and paints a few yellow strokes, making a similar shape to the large fuzzy yellow flowers in the area.
Valentinoix Thibault dabs the brush in some green and paints a kind of line. "A flower. Mayhap." It looks like a flower to him.
Vaughn Antain nods. "That she does." She looks up at the crowd around the canvas. "Ah, it's still crowded. I'm sure my prayers will be heard either way. By a paintbrush here or the harp strings at home." She turns back to Angora with a smile. "Take care of yourself, and don't be a stranger."