Got logged when I went to go make a cup of tea and came back to this 

Tbh I am tempted to send jagex all my silly art 

Especially sliske in an apron and bunny slippers

I honestly don’t have anything I really think is a good entry for the golden gnome thing because school’s biting me in the ass and I don’t have time to put anything else together but I am so, so tempted to send them beach zaros just so they know it exists 

Dammit zarafinn talking to the pope is not going on a journey of self discovery he’s the pope it’s his job to be religious as hell 

Sitting silently at the table, Zarafinn painted on the sheet. Slowly working from memory, the image began taking rough form. FIrst it was just a human, then it was a man. She spent much of her time on the one thing she remembered best, his eyes. Paints and colored inks surrounded her in glass bottles.

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Verdanda (Who had sneaked in and up behind her silently) leaned over her shoulder, looking at the girl’s work. She quietly pulled a bottle of silver leaf from her pack and reached over Zarafinn, setting it in front of her with a clack.

"So, who’re you painting?" 

Zarafinn’s mind was racing. Her heartbeat hastened and her breathing picked up. Truthfully, she had never questioned Zaros before the 6th Age. She hadn’t been raised to question him. She had been raised for unflinching obedience to her Lord.

Yet, these things that Verdanda was saying was making her feel panicked. She could think for herself! ..Couldn’t she? There was a divide between her own person and her religion somewhere inside. She was NOT a slave!

But as she searched for that divide, she turned back empty handed. No! No, there had to be a difference between her own personality and her religion! She broke into a cold sweat.

Stumbling back, away from the table, the turned and ran. She had to know. She HAD to know, and there was only one name on her mind. The man she had looked up to since her youth.

Verdanda watched the girl run out; she hadn’t quite meant right that very second when she said you had to go find yourself, but, sure, why not. 

Then she remembered that Zarafinn running off never ended well and picked herself up to trail the girl. 

She didn’t really want to get too close just in case this did turn out to be a journey of self discovery, but she was more and more convinced she knew where they were going once they passed Falador. 

Sitting silently at the table, Zarafinn painted on the sheet. Slowly working from memory, the image began taking rough form. FIrst it was just a human, then it was a man. She spent much of her time on the one thing she remembered best, his eyes. Paints and colored inks surrounded her in glass bottles.

zarosiancovenant:

verdandasrsblog:

Verdanda (Who had sneaked in and up behind her silently) leaned over her shoulder, looking at the girl’s work. She quietly pulled a bottle of silver leaf from her pack and reached over Zarafinn, setting it in front of her with a clack.

"So, who’re you painting?" 

“‘Come back’? Death is death. Dead is dead, and dead is gone. How can anyone ‘come back’?”

She finally worked up the courage to confront Verdanda about a previous statement. “..What do you mean by ‘brainwashed’?”

"I come back," Verdanda said simply, "Every single time." 

She sighed at the second question; “I mean that all you ever think of is Zaros. All you seem to know is Zaros. You have no life beyond your religion. People aren’t like that by default, they only get that way if they find it themselves are really convince themselves it’s true of their own volition, or if that’s how been taught and it was so drilled in that they don’t have the ability to think otherwise, because that teaching is too strong.” 

She shook her head and leaned back in her chair; “Maybe it’s just that I don’t understand it, because I prize being able to do what I want, and thinking what I want, and follow who I want. Ever since religion was forced upon me, I’ve been like that. Call it a reaction to it, but it means I think everyone should be entitled to think for themselves and figure out what they want on their own terms. If you go away, spend some time with yourself, and come back to still believe in it, then I won’t stop you. I can’t stop you. But it’s the time away that’s important, because you’ll learn a whole lot about yourself and about how you really feel about things. Maybe you think about things in certain ways because you were always told that’s how you should react to them, but haven’t you ever had even a twinge of doubt? Like maybe that wasn’t right? Even if I wanted to, I can’t really force you to change, but I think it’s more important to figure out who you are, as an individual, outside the context of how you were brought up.” 

Verdanda tilted her head, looking at the table, “I know it’s hard, and most people don’t or won’t do it because it’s so easy and comfortable to be told what to think, but I really believe everyone would be better off figuring out who they actually are, not who they’ve been told they are. If it turns out they’re one and the same, all the power to you, but it’s unlikely that’s true.” 

Sitting silently at the table, Zarafinn painted on the sheet. Slowly working from memory, the image began taking rough form. FIrst it was just a human, then it was a man. She spent much of her time on the one thing she remembered best, his eyes. Paints and colored inks surrounded her in glass bottles.

zarosiancovenant:

verdandasrsblog:

Verdanda (Who had sneaked in and up behind her silently) leaned over her shoulder, looking at the girl’s work. She quietly pulled a bottle of silver leaf from her pack and reached over Zarafinn, setting it in front of her with a clack.

"So, who’re you painting?" 

"Faith is my armor." She said it without hesitation. "Zaros is our dauntless protector. If my faith is strong, then nothing can hurt me."

She went quiet. Verdanda was going to think she was crazy.

"Curses don’t protect you from everything," she said flatly, "They only reduce damage, and you’ll run out of prayer eventually. Wear some goddamn armour. And bring food! And potions! God, you won’t last like this. I’m going to have to buy you a stack of rings of life, we don’t know if you’ll just come back if you die." 

Sitting silently at the table, Zarafinn painted on the sheet. Slowly working from memory, the image began taking rough form. FIrst it was just a human, then it was a man. She spent much of her time on the one thing she remembered best, his eyes. Paints and colored inks surrounded her in glass bottles.

zarosiancovenant:

verdandasrsblog:

Verdanda (Who had sneaked in and up behind her silently) leaned over her shoulder, looking at the girl’s work. She quietly pulled a bottle of silver leaf from her pack and reached over Zarafinn, setting it in front of her with a clack.

"So, who’re you painting?" 

"I did not need armor in the 2nd Age when fighting, I am sure that I will be fine without it now." She promised. "Common is not exactly an easy language to grasp, by the way."

"You speak camel, how can common be any worse?” Verdanda asked in disbelief, “And you really should use armour, you’ll last so much longer with it than without it, and you’ll fight better too. What would you wear, adamant? I might be able to make you a set, but I can’t make rune just yet. Anything above that is expensive, and most of it you can’t easily make.”

Sitting silently at the table, Zarafinn painted on the sheet. Slowly working from memory, the image began taking rough form. FIrst it was just a human, then it was a man. She spent much of her time on the one thing she remembered best, his eyes. Paints and colored inks surrounded her in glass bottles.

zarosiancovenant:

verdandasrsblog:

Verdanda (Who had sneaked in and up behind her silently) leaned over her shoulder, looking at the girl’s work. She quietly pulled a bottle of silver leaf from her pack and reached over Zarafinn, setting it in front of her with a clack.

"So, who’re you painting?" 

"I am tired of being stuck in Taverley, I want to go places. I want to see the shining spires of Lassar once more! I want to do things!" Zarafinn lamented. "Why must I stay here?"

"Wherever that was, it doesn’t exist anymore," Verdanda pointed out, "But so long as you are fully kitted out in armour I won’t stop you. It’s just, you haven’t learned common yet, no one will understand you, and there’s no amulet for that that I know of. I guess you could ask azzy, but I don’t know if he’d be able to do it," she shrugged, "You’ll just run into a lot of problems if no one can understand you. Plus, you can’t stand to teleport, it’ll take you forever and a half to get anywhere!"