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Welcome to my new segment: Art Attack, where I post random bits of art that I have done, either for myself or others. I don’t expect this to be a regular thing, but I hope to post more art in the future.
If there was on thing I wish could come with us into the new year of 2018 (at least as of this post) is my now-defunct Alma Mater, St. Gregory’s University. It felt so strange that such a place, established in 1875, should expire in such an undramatic fashion.
Sebamose left the villa late in the night, where the bright warm yellows of the golden sun was usurped by the cool, serene blues of the white sliver that was the crescent moon in the night sky. Seeing the villa’s garden by night made him wish that he could stay there and take in the scenery once more, perhaps even try to wash his face in what seemed to be quite a clean source of water. “I’ve got to move on,” Sebamose thought, “Getting sentimental about things isn’t my style, and getting attached is just going to slow me down.” As far as he was concerned, a finder like him should only be concerned about three things: money, a good swig of wine, and above all his own survival at any cost.
With all this in mind, he ran off back to the commoner’s dens where the Clueless Stork was. He went a few blocks from the tavern to where his house was.
Sebamose sat on the hard ground, drinking his cheap, bitter wine, drowning amidst the unusually deafening noise of the tavern he was in. Officially, it was known as the Delighted Ibis. The majority of the tavern’s clientele, however, could not even read the “lowerglyphs” on the sign (at least that’s what the scribes called the written vulgar tongue), they gave it the nickname of the Clueless Stork. It was then that the name stuck…much to the barkeep’s chagrin.
It wasn’t even the tavern’s usual brand of banter that consisted of one part humorous comradery, one part problem sharing, and nine parts bragging about some overrated feat of stupidity that nine times out of ten, resulted in a barfight. Continue reading “Cities of Eternal Rain: Chapter 1”