The Painter

The painter, true name Zorien, is one of the main characters of the Solverse. he is versed in the ways of colour magic and, having lived a really long life, he managed to see and contribute to many of the events that are unfolding on this timeline.

His main duty as one of the Koi's representative is to fight the remanants of the void, the force that searchs to drain the living colours of the Solverse, bringing it to a static, perfectly orderly and still existence. He seldom clashes against those alien like monsters and the Black Jester, a figure that seems to have some Relationship in the past with the Painter, but little information is avaible on that at the present moment.

In one of his engages with the forces of the void, the painter found in an orphanage a little girl called Amanda, which had an innate ability to channel the living colours. The painter took her with him after defeating the attack on the orphanage and started to train Amanda in the ways of colour and magic.

The two of them lived many years together, bounding like father and daugther, and the Painter watched with pride as his "daugther" grew in power, kindness and beauty.

One of the biggest moment of the two so far was the battle of Baria, where they fought the Black Jester and the Dragon Surthrum. Even tough they defeated the cataclysmic dragon the painter lost one of his arms, which severely impacted his ability to manipulate colours trough his painting.

The Painter is a really easy going person nowadays, always looking for doing the right thing even though it might not confirm whit the rules or protocols, he is easy to forget and to forgive everyone other than himself, as he still blames himself for errors in his past.

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Scene 0036 - The Painter ran across the Nexus, searching for the correct door. He could feel the chilly presence of the remnants of the void manifesting in the Solverse again. Hall after hall, he crossed without hesitating, since every moment he spared a little bit of colour was erased from reality.

Scene 0096 - While the Painter was always eager to fulfil his mission, he would often stray in search of inspiration. His favourites spots being the edges of solverse, where one could still see the echoes of the koi clash.

Scene 0134 - Now Amanda, lets discuss a bit about how spells work, The Painter said. - First of all, all existence, from the smallest rocks to the all powerful Kois is compromised of what we call "vivid colours", it's the basic substance from which all things are created, and since all things are created trough them, when one learns how to invoke, shape and manifest them, one can bend reality to it's desires. Mages trough the ages developed many techniques to manipulate this essence, trying to make it easier for them to control the colours. Look at this for example. -The Mage proceed to a corner of the room, weaved a few strokes on the air, said Stairs, his body glowing for a moment, and the stairs started to manifest into the world. This is the standard formulae, as we call it, to summon a stair. A few observations, first of all, always remember that you are trying to get the world to condone to your wishes, so you need to visualise what you are trying to achieve, saying it out loud helps on your focus, that's why most mages will say it out loud, then, you will need to add some colour from your own to help the world settle with it's new design, finally, you make those movements that makes most sense to you in the act of building or creating what you want to help, this is another trick to help you into formulae weaving! So, any questions?!

Scene 0154 - I love the swamps, said the Painter while him and Maare rowed the small boat. How come? Maare asked while her dreadlocks snapped and squalched a bird sized mosquito in an agile slap. Well the mosquitos will try to drain your blood, the trees will move to get you lost and if you go deeper then your waist into the water the caijuriu will try to enter your... you know. - Maare gave him a puzzled gaze - There are only so few beings so upfront about killing you. Maare smiled and said: - You have a point there.

Scene 0249 - You are getting the hang of it my dear, the Painter said smiling. - Yeah, your shaping still need some work, you manifest too much colour and it has a strong tendency to get out of control, but aside from the waste of colour, your constructions are vivid and solid, you are quick on your drawings, and they are being well received by the world haha! The colours on the Paintings really did shone, maybe like a primordial force trying to leave it's binding. - It seems like the world always longed for them! Amanda smiled and said: - Bleeehh, those old things?! - I did those last week! - Come here I need to show you the door I just made! - It's more or less stable enough for us to go shopping in Shando! - Oh dear.. The Painter sigh..

Scene 0255 - The Painter closed the eyes of the decaying bodies in the living room a few moments after destroying the last of the enemies remnants, their complexion devoid of all colour, no expression. It was strange.. why attack an orphanage in a small town like this? He knew that the enemies were trying to gather resources for their war so why deploy those troops just in order to attack normal citizens ? What could they accomplish by doing this? Suddenly, there was a faint sound of weight against a wooden floor. There were more huh.. ok let's get this done with, the Painter thought to himself as he climbed the stairs..

Scene 0285 - The painter watched in a grave silence the little human in front of him gently stroking the very fabric of reality with her paint brush.. As she progressed, the very studio started to change form, giving it's structure to the girls whims, folding, changing, developing, the picture that started to form detached itself from the wall, becoming a microcosms on itself, unbound. He had to intervene, that was starting to get dangerous, but he couldn't help but being mesmerized by what he was seeing.

Scene 0296 - The Painter overlooked the now Green bay of the village of Aldar, even tough they managed to somehow protect the buildings and the people from the worst, the once pristine blue waters would never recover their initial tone, this weighted on his mind, reminding him of the dire consequences should their group fail their mission.

Scene 0351 - As the town of Beloc unfolded upon the horizon Amanda couldn't help but gasp: Wowwww huge!!!! Zorien what's that?!!? pointing to the tall edifice in the middle. The painter answered with a laugh: - That's the city hall my dear, where the city governor works, I can give you a quick tour when we are done getting some supplies. Amanda face showed her confusion and she said: a whole mountain just for one person? - more like a whole town just for a person the painter thought, but answered: no my dear, his friends works with him there too. Ahh that makes sense! Amanda said happily, friends need to stick together, just like us! You are right about that my dear the painter answered with a smile, now hold my hand and let's go buy some stuff!

Scene 0405 - So.. What you think mister Painter..? Amanda asked anxiously - You may call me Zorien, my dear, and Wow.. it's a beautiful scene! - Where this inspiration comes from? - Is it from a place you know? - The little girl started to think and answered: - I'm not sure.. I see this place sometimes in my dreams, and this orange ball calls my name while I'm walking near the pound. - Oh. Zorien replied surprised. - What does it tells you? Amanda tried to remember, but shaking her head she said: - I don't remember much.. but I recall something about the sun, the moon, a boy and a girl playing on a forest.. I'm not sure. The Painter face gave an almost imperceptible frown of surprise, but he immediately recomposed himself and said: Next time you have a dream like that will you let me know? - Amanda replied with her thumbs up: Sure Zorien! I will tell you!

Scene 0407 - I want to go to the city! Amanda Said with all the authority a child could muster. The Painter scratched his head and answered: - But don't you like our palace here? We can see all the way trough the valley, and I even let you design lots of rooms! Amanda was irreducible and said: - You promised to take me there when I got my drawings under control and Look! No one is moving!!! Amanda said pointing to the statics drawings in the walls. The Painter recognise he indeed did promises that, but also knew that he made many promises in his long life, many remaining unfulfilled. - We will go later my dear, I promise, let me just finish this painting

Scene 0422 - The painter House. After centuries of vacancy, the colours and chemicals of the painter grew restless to fulfil their destiny to be in a canvas, slowly, but surely, the magical products filled every crack and poured through every open space, quickly becoming one with the forgotten residency. Although no one know's where the house's master is, the furniture no longer accumulates dust, but is brimming with the pulse of creation, always seeking capable hands to shape it into its final form."

Scene 0583 - Amanda weaved her brush, and a gorgeous golden stair started to form. Easy now, there is no need to rush, one step at a time, literally haha said the Painter. Amanda ignored the dad joke and tried to maintain the form of the stair, she had a very vast colour reserve within herself but she deemed she was slow, she was slow.. she was painfully aware of her slowness due to her last encounter with the enemy. If only she was faster he... Her concentration collapsed, the stair being only half formed. She clenched her fists, colour starting to leak from her aura. Wow easy there cowgirl! let's not explode another house! Amanda stopped. A few big breaths later she was ready to go again, she knew she had to improve, the guilt would kill her should she fail again.

Scene 0601 - The Druid's Rest. Far deep into the jungles of Sakir lived a Druid, by the name of Sanving. The ancient Druid communed with the elements and denizens of the Wild, always striving to keep the dynamic balance of the green luxuriant forest. Although very diligent when it came to the obligations he assumed with the Moon in the Primordial days, the old Druid mostly liked to smoke his long pipe and tend to the many animals that lived in his house. From small Bitle Rats from Beroc, to the Cora Cobra and Thunder Rays, all animals live in peace and harmony in the Druid House. From time to time, Sanving received visits from his old Friend The Painter Zorien, who would tell the Druid about the affairs of the world. The Druid would not be too concerned by them, until the day the painter told him about the Black Jester of the Void.

Scene 0715 - Sigh... the Painter released his breath, tired. As the snow flakes fell from the sky onto the Painter hat he caught himself wondering if their quest was not doomed to failure. He dismissed the pessimist voice inside his head with a wave of his hand, the vivid lights in the sky called for another round in their cosmic struggle.

Scene 0822 - Everything happened at the same moment. Amanda shield, which protected her master, was finally overcome by the dragons flame, and The Painter conjuration was also finally complete. The evil dragon only had enough time to see the Arcanes of the spell forming over his head, the fine writing, glowing with the painter power, opened a rift on space, and from there a huge column of water and vivid colours fell over the great lizard. It was almost as if the ocean himself decided to descend with rage and power, like a thousand aqua blades, over the creatures neck, which was instantly ripped from the main body. As soon as the dust settled Amanda Rushed to the painter, who was still standing. The Painter was alive, drenched with sweat, and without half of his right arm. -Amanda screamed in terror. - Zorien utilised the very reservers of colour from his own being, taping into his life force to empower his spells, leaving his right arm colourless. Still, he was smiling, and that did comfort Amanda a little, until, amidst the silence, they black jester came skipping and singing from behind the dragons body.

Scene 0911 - The central plaza of the city of Baira was now a battlefield filled with devastation and the miasma of death. After a couple hours of spells, flames, darkness and colours being wasted on a fierce sequence of blows, the two sides of the field were exhausted, and with no clear winner visible other then the crows and raging elements which preyed on the carcass of the town and it's citizens. The death toll was too horrifying, and even tough the Painter and Amanda had defeated most of the enemies forces, there was still Surtrum, the mouth of the void to deal with. The painter asked Amanda to disrupt the dragon for a few seconds, while he prepared a complex conjuration. The girl complied, throwing a barrage of colour and rage in order to blind the evil dragon. The dragon roar echoed trough the entire region, and Amanda desperation was only smaller then the faith she had in her old master. But dragons are intelligent creatures and one that lived for centuries was wiser then most of it's kind. The creature sensed the danger of Zorien enchantment, and breathed all his foul flames over the Painter, Amanda Hastily conjured a shield of Pure colours to ward her master, but she knew in her heart that it wasn't enough, it wasn't nearly enough.

Scene 1014 - Huh.. mister painter.. why did that dark clown wanted to hurt us? The painter looked in Amanda scared eyes and remember seeing those same eyes in a child totally similar to the one before him, he could only hope he would do better this time.. - Well my dear.. that's not an easy question.. but I would say that he is hurting.. and because of this he knows only how to hurt others, in order to ease his pain. - And does it work? Amanda asked. - No my dear, it does not, in fact, it might only make his pain worst. - Oh no.. poor thig.. who hurt him in the first place? The painter stopped for a second, taking a sip of his whisky, and answered: - A very fool and proud man, who didn't know better then to realise that pride and ego are nothing but words in the wind... Come on dear, grab your coat, we must go.