#embers

Here is the grand prize to Djano, for winning the solo race in The Amazing PEAK Race III! This is his third victory in a row, and has won every single solo race so far. Once he gets to The Kiln, he's just unstoppable, and going by this picture, it's completely understandable why. Well done, dude! :3

Djano's previous prize, with a similar theme, can be found here: https://temiree.tumblr.com/post/809574145905115136/believe-it-or-not-djano-has-won-two-prizes-from

Djano's POV: https://www.twitch.tv/videos/2757148660 The Amazing PEAK Race III Broadcast VOD: https://www.twitch.tv/videos/2757141281 If the VOD has expired, check my Twitch highlights: https://www.twitch.tv/temiree/videos?filter=highlights

Finally posting some art over here. How long has it been, like 3 months? Anyway, here’s another quote comic, this time based on an exchange between my parents while my family was at a nice restaurant.

Hidden in Dorsoduro, farther from well-traveled routes, there is a quiet rio, overlooked even by lifelong Venetians.

It is lined with old palazzos inhabited by noble families— those who have somehow managed to navigate treacherous political tides, shifting ideologies, and the rise and fall of the market's fortunes.

Among them stands an even older palazzo that is eerily silent by day, lending credence to rumors that it has long been abandoned.

Long after sunset, however, the palazzo gradually awakens, and the dark waters below shimmer with golden candlelight.

One lone man inhabits its opulent and ornate rooms.

"Raffaele Alvise Marcantonio Morosini, Signore di San Vio, Patrizio Veneto"— nobleman, patrician. A man whose influence and power rivals that of princes. He is the master of his domain. It is said that the world comes to him, not the other way around.

People believe he is the scion of a great family of old; a man still in the blooming promise of youth.

But I? I know the truth.

I know the forbidden names, redacted, crossed out and blackened in ancient tomes. I know the titles not meant to be uttered by the living, lest they be mistaken for a summons—

Keeper of Shadow. Lord of the Buried Sea. Sire of the Deathless Blood.

And once, not long ago: my love.

But that was before hurts and betrayals than cannot be undone. Now, we merely watch each other from afar in an uneasy truce anytime we cross paths in the city we both love. A city that pulses with more than its inhabitants fathom beneath its deceivingly still waters...

Prologue/Beginning/Next

Historical Notes

*Dorsoduro is one of the districts (sestieri) in Venice.

*A rio is a smaller canal.

*In the 1830s, when this story takes place, Venice had already lost its independence (ask @feroshgirlsims to give you a take on Napoleon and Venice and get ready to cackle) after centuries of sovereignty, and was under the rule of the Austrians and part of the Kingdom of Lombardy-Venetia. Venetians were NOT happy about this. They kept plotting...