A painter has been gifted with a wondrous, dangerous power: Everything this artist draws upon changes to match the image at dusk. Paintings come to life, stones become gold, hills cleanly vanish into valleys, even bodies shift shape.
The usual suspects are trying to steal this painter away to make weapons, fortunes, give assassins impossible disguises, ect. Perhaps Wraithvine can help hide this artist before those unscrupulous schemers use this human as a tool. -- Deathshead419
Whatever the gifted magic, it has rules. For the artist Mirabille Giybrosh, anything they painted became reality. But only the things they painted, and only at night. By the daytime, if it wasn't returned to the canvas - or whatever they painted on - it would return to being ordinary paint. Usually in flakes and dust.
This did not stop anyone.
Mirabille looked like a ticket to an easy means of profit. They could paint an army. They could paint riches. They could paint a suitable bride. And no matter how often that Mirabille tried to explain it, they insisted on making ludicrous demands.
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