*Gwynnithe has started a business selling paintings to people around town. For 50 jink she offers just a basic 'I want a portrait of myself' deal... For 250 a comedic one... and 500 a sentimental one that requires getting to know the person first.*
*Her first client is Parolus Dervigar who had paid her for a comedic one of him summoning creatures with scrolls.
The painting as a base has Parlous trying to summon a creature off a scroll in his hands but his flowing hood tangles over his face and with a mouthful of cloth jumbles his words. Out of the scrolls strewn all over his body the one that reacts to the misspoken incantation is sticking out of his belt and down into his pants a bit. It explodes in a ball of light from his pants; being a lantern archon.
The caption that goes with the painting is: Is that a celestial in your pants or are you just happy to see me?*
Gwynnithe's Paintings
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*Zadara
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Jach Sensbane sends a fearsome -looking messenger (an overgrown Ogre brute - with spiked armor - at least his breath doesn't smell) to deliver a message to Gwyn in Jach's Words:
The Ogre begins in a gravely, deep voice:
HAAAAIII Pumpkin!! Hope you're doing well Sweetiepoo! I heard through the grapevine that you've started your own business!!! Honey, I'm so proud of you! (the ogre stops to wheeze a bit, and flecks of phlegm fly through the air) I'd like to order both a humorous as well as a sentimental portrait of myself, whenever you have time. Also, let me know if you need ANY help at all in terms of getting through the bureaucracy and paperwork to become officially incorporated (Ogre sneeze). Anyway, talk to ya later snookums! BAAAI!
The Ogre stands tall over Gwyn, looking more than a bit humiliated - but hey - you gotta do what you gotta do for jink, right? He then quickly leaves before people point and make fun.
The Ogre begins in a gravely, deep voice:
HAAAAIII Pumpkin!! Hope you're doing well Sweetiepoo! I heard through the grapevine that you've started your own business!!! Honey, I'm so proud of you! (the ogre stops to wheeze a bit, and flecks of phlegm fly through the air) I'd like to order both a humorous as well as a sentimental portrait of myself, whenever you have time. Also, let me know if you need ANY help at all in terms of getting through the bureaucracy and paperwork to become officially incorporated (Ogre sneeze). Anyway, talk to ya later snookums! BAAAI!
The Ogre stands tall over Gwyn, looking more than a bit humiliated - but hey - you gotta do what you gotta do for jink, right? He then quickly leaves before people point and make fun.
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*Knightoftheradish
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*Gwynnithe does a portrait of Aggribael Blakfyre
The tall and muscular figure is done is shadowed tons indicative of a certain looming sense of danger. His jet black hair falls partially in front of his eyes in an almost feral appeal. Where appropriate the image is adorned with battle scars, each one looking like it had a tale to tell. Under one of his eyes if a tattoo of a blackened dagger that stands out, grabbing attention.
The man is fully armored and shrouded in a tattered cloak, a shield somewhat visible in the image behind it. A large red shoulderplate that extends down most of his right arm is seen.
The caption reads: Bael, the story of one man's spite.
The tall and muscular figure is done is shadowed tons indicative of a certain looming sense of danger. His jet black hair falls partially in front of his eyes in an almost feral appeal. Where appropriate the image is adorned with battle scars, each one looking like it had a tale to tell. Under one of his eyes if a tattoo of a blackened dagger that stands out, grabbing attention.
The man is fully armored and shrouded in a tattered cloak, a shield somewhat visible in the image behind it. A large red shoulderplate that extends down most of his right arm is seen.
The caption reads: Bael, the story of one man's spite.
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*Knightoftheradish
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*Gwynnithe this time paints the brothers Legault and Raifael.*
*The pair are locked in a heated glance at one another. Neither displays an overly strong sense of emotion, they're too conservative and clean cut for that. The image gives them however the same facial expressions alongside a similar level of intensity.
Which one is the older one could only imagine, despite Legault being the taller of the two. Their mirrored image represents that they definitely fell from the same tree. The only place in the image where color is used rather than ink and charcoal are the eyes. Legault's are yellow, unnerving and eye catching; Raifael's are collected, and undisturbed, like a window into nothingness.
Each is painted from the chest up, only the top of their armors playing into the image with sharp darkened edges where plates stop and start.*
*The pair are locked in a heated glance at one another. Neither displays an overly strong sense of emotion, they're too conservative and clean cut for that. The image gives them however the same facial expressions alongside a similar level of intensity.
Which one is the older one could only imagine, despite Legault being the taller of the two. Their mirrored image represents that they definitely fell from the same tree. The only place in the image where color is used rather than ink and charcoal are the eyes. Legault's are yellow, unnerving and eye catching; Raifael's are collected, and undisturbed, like a window into nothingness.
Each is painted from the chest up, only the top of their armors playing into the image with sharp darkened edges where plates stop and start.*
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*Knightoftheradish
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*Gwynnithe paints Teir Galamae*
*The red haired elf is poised in a combative stance. One rapier keeps the enemy at a distance, threateningly pointed towards eye level above his own head; the other is drawn back around the waist line ready to strike. There is a certain elegant beauty to the elf, feminine even, despite his being male.
His youthful blue eyes and dashing smile leave the impression of someone in a comfortable state, at peace with their surroundings, even ones as dire as combat.*
*The red haired elf is poised in a combative stance. One rapier keeps the enemy at a distance, threateningly pointed towards eye level above his own head; the other is drawn back around the waist line ready to strike. There is a certain elegant beauty to the elf, feminine even, despite his being male.
His youthful blue eyes and dashing smile leave the impression of someone in a comfortable state, at peace with their surroundings, even ones as dire as combat.*
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*Knightoftheradish
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*Gwynnithe paints Hastarell Many Forms*
*The stout dwarven wizard is painted in full from head to toe. A long tapered robe of reds and blacks falls down his body and a black pointed wizard hat lays atop his head, the point dropping down behind a bit.
The key feature of the painting is a great braided dwarven beard, done in three separate braids. Since most of his face is shadowed by the hat the beard by default becomes a defining feature.
In one hand is a staff that emanates a red light from the top, while his other hand holds to his hat. The half salute manner in which he holds the hat coupled with the magic coming from the staff is almost as if to say 'I salute you for the death you will now endure.'
*The stout dwarven wizard is painted in full from head to toe. A long tapered robe of reds and blacks falls down his body and a black pointed wizard hat lays atop his head, the point dropping down behind a bit.
The key feature of the painting is a great braided dwarven beard, done in three separate braids. Since most of his face is shadowed by the hat the beard by default becomes a defining feature.
In one hand is a staff that emanates a red light from the top, while his other hand holds to his hat. The half salute manner in which he holds the hat coupled with the magic coming from the staff is almost as if to say 'I salute you for the death you will now endure.'
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*Knightoftheradish
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*Gwynnithe paints Otari and Shijiro in one of the comedic package options*
*Otari and Shijiro are both halflings who bear similar tribal markings done in paint across their bodies. Shijiro has a braided pony tail in a vibrant red while Otari has a kind of brown short tangled mess.
In this picture Otari is standing tall on Shijiro's shoulders, who in turn holds Otari steady. The wooden tribal mask on Otari's face gives the impression less of something meaningful and more of a disguise as it becomes evident what their goal is. Up high on a counter too tall for one hin alone is a cookie jar, with Otari's hand halfway in. Shijiro meanwhile has a very guilty expression on her face.
The caption (written in common and halfling) reads: Friends don't let friends go cookieless.
*Otari and Shijiro are both halflings who bear similar tribal markings done in paint across their bodies. Shijiro has a braided pony tail in a vibrant red while Otari has a kind of brown short tangled mess.
In this picture Otari is standing tall on Shijiro's shoulders, who in turn holds Otari steady. The wooden tribal mask on Otari's face gives the impression less of something meaningful and more of a disguise as it becomes evident what their goal is. Up high on a counter too tall for one hin alone is a cookie jar, with Otari's hand halfway in. Shijiro meanwhile has a very guilty expression on her face.
The caption (written in common and halfling) reads: Friends don't let friends go cookieless.
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*Knightoftheradish
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*She paints Kasai Yathar.*
*The fire gensai wizard in his long red robes is running terrified with his arms flailing about his flaming head. His black charcoal skin still gives off the impression of a morbid sense of fear as he tries to escape the inferno atop his head.
A very apathetic looking monk calls out to him in a neutral voice. "Ka-... sigh... Doesn't he realize his head is supposed to be on fire?"
*The fire gensai wizard in his long red robes is running terrified with his arms flailing about his flaming head. His black charcoal skin still gives off the impression of a morbid sense of fear as he tries to escape the inferno atop his head.
A very apathetic looking monk calls out to him in a neutral voice. "Ka-... sigh... Doesn't he realize his head is supposed to be on fire?"
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*Knightoftheradish
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*Gwynnithe paints Nicholas Millin*
*She paints Nicholas in all his glory. With a great yawn as he brings his olive skinned hand to his mouth and an extra droop to his hat. His legs are wearing pantaloons with pyjama like designs on them, something floral.
In the draw string belt of his pyjamas is a rapier and on the other side a pillow looking shield.
The caption reads: Nicholas - Swashbuckler of the sleepy pantaloons.*
*She paints Nicholas in all his glory. With a great yawn as he brings his olive skinned hand to his mouth and an extra droop to his hat. His legs are wearing pantaloons with pyjama like designs on them, something floral.
In the draw string belt of his pyjamas is a rapier and on the other side a pillow looking shield.
The caption reads: Nicholas - Swashbuckler of the sleepy pantaloons.*
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*Knightoftheradish
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*Gwynnithe paints Cratten Erroc*
*The rugged soldier stands tall in his rust colored harmonium armor. The massive plates look heavy and trying but there's no sense of concern about it from the image presented. His beard is well groomed and gives him a slight edge while maintaining a professional appearance.
Spiritual energies are drawn externally towards him and in between the plates to where even his eyes shimmer with the resolve those spirits offer. All of that energy trails down one of his arms to end at the gauntlet where an opalescent rose formed of that spiritual energy daintily contrasts the armored hand that holds it.
The caption reads: The one with duties for both life and beyond still has the time and will to seek the greatest gift of all.*
*The rugged soldier stands tall in his rust colored harmonium armor. The massive plates look heavy and trying but there's no sense of concern about it from the image presented. His beard is well groomed and gives him a slight edge while maintaining a professional appearance.
Spiritual energies are drawn externally towards him and in between the plates to where even his eyes shimmer with the resolve those spirits offer. All of that energy trails down one of his arms to end at the gauntlet where an opalescent rose formed of that spiritual energy daintily contrasts the armored hand that holds it.
The caption reads: The one with duties for both life and beyond still has the time and will to seek the greatest gift of all.*