Thread: The Red Feather Gallery "Changing of Seasons" Exhibit

((Greetings, Landroval! Visionary March has been around for awhile now and we have been steadily attempting to bring new experiences to the game. We've been working on this particular concept for awhile and I am really excited to get to present another group of kinmembers' work.

This particular experience is made in hopes that it will create new RP opportunities in game for us all. The idea is that a character or group of characters can go through this thread as if they are walking through the small gallery tucked away in Bree.

I encourage you all to chat about this in game and IC to create some new topics, to approach the many RPers that contributed art for this exhibit if your character would (as they are all wonderful RPers) and even to post responses in this thread about the visit should you feel so inclined.

Feedback is very valuable to us and we thank you for looking at the work here and hope you enjoy yourself!

Alternatively, if you'd like to view this thread in one full post, you can visit this page.))




Down one of the narrow alleyways of Bree is what looks like a very small building, above which hangs a wooden sign painted red in the shape of a feather. On the cobblestone just outside the door is a sign that reads: "Changing of Seasons Exhibit Now Open"

Should one wander in, they will quickly find that the place is indeed an art gallery of sorts. The first room is a small room with several pieces of art upon the walls.

To the left there is a door to another room, though it is closed and straight back there is an open doorway to another room that appears to also have artwork within.

Within this far room, just beyond the doorway hangs an intricate gown that can be seen from the entrance.

On the right of the first room, however, there are a couple pieces hanging, the first of which depicts several pictures of a man and an owl entitled "A Friend Like You."

by Sulic Halding


by Sulic Halding

They were the only works hanging in the entryway, save a crude rendition of a flower near the door to the next room. This all but heightened the skill in the other artists' work.

by Vestin Barker

If one continued forward and ventured fully into the rest of the gallery, they would first be met with the nature-themed gown that could be seen from the entryway. It was made of fine fabrics of quality, the bodice hand embroidered with patterns of vines stretching up it.

by Auddana

On the wall to the left of this costume were several images. The first was a sketch of a man contemplating nature and perhaps his role within it.

by Kaikuro Raoson

Beside this piece was a cluster of images titled "Season of the Robin." Each piece seemed to portray the bird in different medium.

by Asiech Dully

by Asiech Dully


by Asiech Dully


by Asiech Dully

The opposite wall had several paintings, as well, including a unique one which seemed to show the promises that lie beneath the snow, of life and the coming of spring.

by Owaine Sparrowsong

Two scenes by a single artist rest to this painting's right. One was a single branch on a moonlit night, while the other portrayed the shores in Evendim. Below this sunset hangs a letter written.

by Tarthamir


by Tarthamir

The sun is rising.' One of the last words you spoke to me, my friend.. They carry in them the hope of a better tomorrow, and I would have the world know that you helped to achieve that. It pains me to know I will not see you again, nor enjoy a simple drink with you when our fight is over.. But I will not let your sacrifice or memory be in vain.

With this new year, I am more resolved than ever to see it through. I march forward into shadow, the memory of you and all those who have fallen as a remembrance to what I must do. My duty, until the same pains of death take me.

Wherever your spirit flies to now, I know you have found peace, Dothlir. May we meet again one day.

((We sincerely hope you enjoyed our third installment of the Red Feather gallery!))

Starleigh rushes down into a small alley, pressing herself against a nook in hopes of evading the guards that chased her away from Market Square. As she listens to the guard's footsteps clanking closer to her hiding spot, she searches down the stone wall for signs of a door, a window, any method of escape. A small, wooden sign, with what Starleigh believes to be a turkey feather painted on, appears just a few feet away. Keeping her back against the wall, she sneaks down to the sign and pushes the door quietly open, taking her dark grey face mask off.

"Welcome to the Red Feather Gallery! We hope you enjoy the artwork, and be sure to give an eye to the new special exhibit we've got going on right now called 'Changing of Seasons,' a lot of local artists."

"Oh, yes, thank you. I shall," Starleigh mutters, eyeing the brightly faced gentleman curiously.

Starleigh slowly walks through the art filled rooms, wide eyed at the skills of their creators. The only thing she's ever been able to create was trouble, having failed at leather working, jewel crafting, even tailoring. Occasionally, she stops at a few of her favourite exhibits, taking note of their size and location in the building. After walking throughout the gallery, she returns to the cheerful greeter in the main room.

"How did you find your visit this evening? Anything catch your eye?" he asks, placing a small notebook and charcoal pencil down on a table.

"Actually, yes. That last piece by a Mr. Owaine Sparrowsong, I quite liked that painting. It wouldn't, by chance, be for sale, would it?"

"Well, I believe it is but I could always ask the artist again to ensure he has not sold it to another without me knowing."

"Okay. Then if he agrees to part with it, I would love to purchase it. Here, have it delivered to Ms. Greylake, care of Lady Nightshade."

She hands the man the small, velvet pouch full of coins she had lifted off of a well-to-do in the Market Square earlier. A slight gasp escapes the gallery host's mouth at the weight of the bag before he quickly regains his composure.

"Well, normally miss - Lady Nightshade, we do not take payment until after the transaction is confirmed..."

"I know, but I am always travelling from place to place and it's so hard to grab hold of me. This way is much easier. If the transaction falls through, just... keep the coins. Think of it as a donation to keep the gallery open. Now, I must be going. Thank you for all of your help."

She smiles, and peeks outside to ensure the guards have left before leaving the gallery.

((Fantastic to see the Red Feather Gallery is still going on! I loved all of the artwork and hope to see many more gallery exhibits posted here in the future :3 It's quite refreshing to see players bring in new types of RP to the community.))

At first glance one might think it was a mother out with her rather fat child, both in their woolen cloaks against the drizzling rain as they stand in the alley. Upon closer inspection they would see the smaller one for the hobbit he is. The woman looks up at the red sign, "This is it isn't it?" The hobbit spies the plaque stating the gallery's name, "It is! Lets hurry in out of this rain."

Inside they both take their wet cloaks and hang them on a pegs by the door. "Much better." says the well dressed hobbit. "The rain is refreshing is it not?" the woman, dressed in leathers, asks.

"No." grumps the hobbit. "And we wouldn't be in it if you had even an ounce of patience. I'll bet the rain is stopped before we even leave."

The woman waves off the complaining as she walks into the gallery, pausing at each piece and analyzing them quietly.

The hobbit takes a moment to adjust his large feathered hat and spies Sparkleigh's familiar form talking to the gallery's host. He gives a cheery wave and is about to call out before deciding not to interrupt as he sees a transaction being made. He catches up to the woman he entered with who was busy contemplating the man contemplating nature.

"Why do you think he looks so sad, Amar?"

"How should I know?" comes his bewildered response. "He doesn't look all that sad to me anyway, Kirti."

Kirti shrugs and walks deeper into the gallery giving a slight gasp as she spies the dress and hurries over, "Amar! Look at how intricate and beautiful the stitching is. Much prettier than your work."

"Quiet down." Amarantos says in a huff as he follows along, "And my stitching doesn't need to be pretty. Just functional."

"It could stand to be both pretty and functional. That is why I don't ask you to mend my things. Do you think I'd look good in this dress? Would it get captain Ioffryd's attention?"

"Why would it? I don't think that man notices anything that isn't an enemy. Besides, you have too much muscle to pull off nice dresses. And your manners are /not/ lady-like at all for a dress this nice."

Kirti's eyes narrow and her mouth curves into a haughty frown as she reaches out and yanks the brim of the hobbit's hat pulling it down over his face. "Ugh. Go soak your head."

"He... Hey!" Amarantos adjusts his hat, noticing Kirti had moved on already he hurries to catch up. "You shouldn't ask my opinion if you don't want it you know."

Completely ignoring his comment she moves on, "We should get the bird series for our rental house. I think they'd look nice. Besides, there is a lot of meaning going from the mated pair, to the egg, to the next adult. Why did the gallery hang them out of order?"

Sighing Amarantos responds, "We have too many things on the walls as it is. And for all you know they are in the proper order."

They both continue on and Kirti lets out a short, happy, "Oh!" as she hurries to the opposite wall. "So this is Tarthamir's work." she inspects them both closely for a minute then reads the text going with the sunrise piece. "His work is /very/ good. What do you think the moonlit branch means, Amar?"

"Why do you need to examine everything so closely? Sometimes a moonlit branch is just a moonlit branch, Kirti."

"Why don't you examine things more closely? What is it about this particular scene that caught his eye?"

"Receiving art is a personal affair. What I think it means won't be what you think it means."

Kirit ponders the response a moment before replying, "Remind me not to take you to the next gallery Amarantos. For a minstrel you are no fun at all."

They continue the banter as they walk back to the front of the gallery, barely pausing to drop a few coins each into the donation box on the desk and to gather up their cloaks at the door. They push out into the alley where the spring sun had come out again, drying the cobblestones.

((Love reading these responses. That second one was cute hahaha Thanks for looking!))