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Tristan's Cylus 717 job thread.

The capital city of the of Rynmere, here is seated the only King in Idalos.
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A Vision of Etzori Might

Cylus 22, Arc 717

Tristan furrowed his brow as he looked at the letter that he had found on his doorstep a few bits earlier. Some guy named Perceval Tabard (what kind of name was that anyway?) wanted him to make a sculpture for his museum. Of course he was good – better than all of the other sculptors in the kingdom in fact – but it still surprised him that Perceval had heard of him. Apparently, he realized, his reputation had spread beyond the borders of Rynmere. He wondered what he was supposed to think about the fact that somebody in a city he had never visited knew his name, and then he came to the conclusion that he liked it a lot. He was probably more famous than all of the other Venoras combined now!

Perceval hadn’t mentioned exactly what kind of sculpture he wanted though. He had just written something about a vision of Etzori might and a High Marshal Parhn who was probably the leader of Etzos as well as a proud and unyielding history. He had no idea what was so proud and unyielding about Etzos. Had they fought off a horde of monsters? Had there been a civil war or two, like in Rynmere? Had they defended their city against an enemy whose army had been twice as strong as their own army? He let out a deep sigh as he realized how little he knew about the city he would be working for and what that meant. Doing a shoddy job and just making a random sculpture for such an important client was unfortunately not an option!

“I think I’ll have to visit the library”, he informed his cat that sat on the table in front of him. “I don’t want to. Libraries are boring, and you always have to be quiet when you are there! I hate being quiet!” Mistral who was probably part demon or a failed necromantic experiment, depending on who you asked, just stared at him from out of his sulfur-yellow eyes without blinking and then turned his back on him. He wasn’t interested in whatever unpleasant things his owner was forced to do in the name of his job. His job was much more demanding anyway. He was the leader of a cat gang, and he was just thinking about which cats and dogs in the neighbourhood he would be terrorizing next.

Since Mistral wasn’t particularly helpful, Tristan just grabbed his coat and a lantern – it was dark outside, as it always was in Cylus no matter what the time of the trial – and went on his way, leaving Mistral to his evil plotting once more. Perhaps, he thought, as he walked towards his destination, he should have paid more attention in school, especially to his geography lessons rather than drawing and making up stories all the time. The visit to the library might have been unnecessary then. His older cousin Alistair who would most likely be Duke one trial probably knew everything about every city in Idalos.
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A Vision of Etzori Might

In the course of his stay in the library that had been much too long Tristan had found out that Etzos was called the City of Stones. He wasn’t sure why it was called the City of Stones, but he decided at once that he would make a stone sculpture. And since Etzos’ main exports were gems as well as rare minerals, he would add a few of those as well, but he would try not to overdo it as Etzos was not inclined to jewel-encrusted displays of wealth according to his research. His sculpture would be tasteful and not gaudy like so many of his previous works of art.

Furthermore he had found out that the city had been founded by a group of hunters and assassins that had become disillusioned with their patron Immortal and that the people of Etzos wanted to eliminate the Immortals.

For a moment he wondered if he really wanted to work for people like that, but then he came to the conclusion that the writer of the book that he had read had probably misunderstood something. Surely the Etzori had no problem with Zanik and his beloved Ilaren, but only wanted to get rid of Aelig and his friends which he wholeheartedly agreed with.

He knew what kind of sculpture he would make now. He would make a sculpture of a tall, heroic man – Morgan Parhn or perhaps one of his descendants – that looked down on a miserable, monstrous creature that was lying on the ground in front of him, bleeding from a wound in his chest and about to die – one of the evil Immortals that they had fought during the battle in Treidhart. Behind the hero and the villainous Immortal a city would be visible – the glorious city of Etzos, the only city that was truly free of the tyranny of Aelig, Lisirra and Syroa.

What kind of stone should he use though? He didn’t want to make yet another marble sculpture. Idalos was already full of those. Marble wouldn’t be original. He wanted something special, a stone that instantly made you think of power and war and violence and things like that. He furrowed his brow, took a sip from the glass of wine that stood next to him and looked at the candle on the table in front of him. Of course! Fire! He would use basalt, a stone of volcanic origin that was very hard and lasted for a long time.

His sculpture would be eternal!

The only problem was that he didn’t have any basalt in his workshop. He would have to acquire some. Sighing, he put his coat on again. It was just as he walked towards the door that he heard a loud meow behind him. Mistral was sitting on the floor and looking at him expectantly. He had spent a couple of breaks beating up other cats and chasing dogs, and now he was hungry!

“Of course”, Tristan said and filled a bowl with some cat food before he went on his way.
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A Vision of Etzori Might

A few breaks later Tristan was standing in front of a huge block of basalt in the middle of his workshop. He had an apron on so that his fancy clothes wouldn’t get full of dust (A first for him, not so long ago he had just bought new clothes every time his old clothes had gotten dirty.) as well as gloves and goggles so that nothing would get into his eyes.

“This one’s for you, Zanik”, he said and sent a prayer to his second favourite Immortal as he positioned his chisel and hit it with his hammer – hard. By the time the block of basalt started to look marginally more like that Parhn guy his ears were ringing, and his head hurt. Perhaps, he thought as he took a large gulp from the drink he had taken into the workshop with him, he should invest in some ear protection as well.

Once his mouth didn’t feel quite as dry anymore, and his head hurt a little less, he picked up the hammer and the chisel again and hit the sculpture some more, as hard as he could. Sculpting, he realized, was a great way to build up the strength in your arms, much better than lifting weight and all that nonsense because it was actually fun most of the time.

Maybe he’d even eventually be able to load and fire that crossbow of his without feeling as if his arms would fall off!

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After what seemed like an eternity the sculpture was finally finished. Tristan breathed a huge sigh of relief as he took the apron and the goggles off and threw them into a corner. Hands on his hips, he stood there and admired his newest creation. It looked amazing. It looked even better than the sculpture he had made of Peake Andaris once, the one that had unfortunately gotten stolen by that one-eyed mercenary, even though both the Parhn guy and the evil Immortal were fully clothed.

“How do I get this thing to the harbour though?” he wondered and scratched his head. “It’s too heavy to carry it!” Of course nobody answered him. Mistral had gone outside to terrorize the neighbourhood again, Zanik was busy doing whatever the Immortal of Seduction usually did, and the sculpture couldn’t speak since Tristan had not infused it with magic (he didn’t have any magic).

“I guess I’ll have to hire somebody – again”, he decided. Maybe the guys that had delivered the basalt would help him load it into a cart and take it to the next ship that left for Etzos. He probably ought to put it into a box to make sure that it wouldn’t be damaged and add a letter to it so that Mister Tabard knew where it was from, he decided.

So he did just that. As he penned the letter, put it into an envelope and sealed it, it occurred to him that he hadn’t been paid. He hoped that Perceval Tabard would send some money his way once the sculpture had arrived, even though it was a great honor to have his work displayed in a museum, and he already had more money than he would ever be able to spend.

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Awarded Points

Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 0/5
Structure: 5/5
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Awarded Knowledge

City: Etzos
Etzos: City of Stones
Etzos: Exports Gems and Rare Minerals
Etzos: Founding History
Etzos: High Marshal Parhn
Fame: Beyond Borders of Rynmere


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None Zanik: +1 for Prayer
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Apologies for the delay in actually doing this for you :/ but it's done now! I thoroughly enjoyed this thread... much like I enjoy anything written by you! I especially like how Tristan doesn't come across as arrogant, despite his growing fame!


If you have any questions, comments or criticism about your review, feel free to send me a PM and we can discuss it.
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