Goals: 1. Find inspiration among the other assembled Holdings and artists. 2. Support a movement you can believe in. 3. Free the thing trapped inside the temple to live its own life. You are Artisan Kutur, the "Zombie Art Necromancer." In a Holding full of people who use art mostly as a form of currency, and regard the works of any given master as essentially fungible, you are the sole voice of culture, a lone warrior battling the twin hydras of ennui and mediocrity. Whenever you come across some low-resolution picture of a primate, you find a way to incorporate that image into a thoughtful critique of humanity's relationship to nature. When you see a nondescript landscape on a hotel wall, all those who come after you will find it full of people, detail, life. There is more to you, though, than the last voice of art in a galaxy of gray. In truth, you have no complaint about all the terrible, soulless art your Holding produces. You believe in nothing so much as authenticity, and a Holding full of the galaxy's richest people probably *should* mostly produce valueless trash. That comports with your understanding of reality. However, you can't deny it's become a bit of a challenge to constantly reinspire yourself when faced with such an endless slog of banal, thoughtless pseudo-creation. It isn't that you're jaded, quite the opposite. At barely eight thousand years old, you're [[Metropole|Metropole's]] youngest officer by a significant margin. Your problem is that everyone around you is jaded, and that makes it very difficult to find your spark. You've come to the [[Council of Chains]] in search of that spark. With nine Holdings you've never encountered, you're sure to find someone, or something, that fills you with the urge to create. As well, you got a rumor from one of your friends in the art world that this temple contains some kind of intelligent creature. If that's true, then it's been trapped in there for hundreds of millions of years. Whether it's an AI or a forgotten [[Wend]], you want to set it free. ## Asset: [[Love's Labours Lost]] As an Artisan, you understand that not every creative or technological work can be created with the explicit permission of the powers that be. That's not to say you don't value a [[Governor|Governor's]] input, but you don't feel the need to rely on administrators to guide your work. You're the expert, after all, that's why you're here. You can lead an [[Endeavor]] without a Governor's direct involvement. ## Lien: [[Glamour-Drowned]] You cannot help but see the scintillating wonder in every raindrop, the infinite possibility of every acorn dreaming itself an oak. A sunrise on the ocean is enough to leave you senseless with awe for hours at a time, heedless of an approaching shark. You're willing to sacrifice nearly anything for your art, and hate being forced to compromise for little things like "survival." If you're ever forced to abandon a project, you become despondent and miserable.