A Pale Canvas

"I must go very carefully. The memories that I need to convey will take flight from the canvas if I depict them too strongly. I will find those memories in the flesh of the dead... and perhaps even, if I must, in my own dying flesh."

 is a canvas required to paint the Palest Painting. It is created by using a Human Corpse when you started painting with the following memories (1 Notoriety will be created on success):
 * Honeyed Memory from Decrepitude
 * Golden Memory from King Crucible Burns Low
 * Luxurious Memory from Leathery Remnant
 * Furious Memory from Scarred Bone-Fragment
 * Splendid Memory from Wolfshead
 * Glorious Memory from Shadowless Segment
 * Liminal Memory from Long-Flake
 * Wildering Memory from
 * Endless Memory from

Subsequent painting with the memories above will add a unique aspect for each memories used. 9 memories will complete the Palest Painting as well as creating 2 Notoriety.

Note that consuming King Crucible Burns Low will anger King Crucible, making it impossible to summon him again.

Quotes
"Our wings unfurled and shining, our scales lambent as obsidian, our eyes faceted like jewels, our claws unimpeachable dark."

- Honeyed Memory - The Colours that Will Be

"This is only a stone, though it is smoothed and sharpened to a midnight point, but look closer. Each of its facets shows a single point of light. It might be the glint of firelight. It might be each a different Star."

- Golden Memory - The Colours of the Old Fire

"In a night-blue Mansus-haze swims a coral palace-crown. At its fore-edge it absorbs the lesser Names, coating them with its minerals and juices, and at its rear edge it expels some of them, polished like jewels. The others go to feed its thorny Tide-heart."

- Luxurious Memory - The Colours Tidal

"On a bed of dunes beneath a red low sun a monster wrestles itself while attendants crowd around its flanks. It is flabby and huge, the colour of dirty sulphur. Fanged tentacle-necks wrestle like kittens. It tears cheerfully at its own flesh, and the blood that flows is golden. It flops over in a cataclysm of wattled flesh, crushing a knot of attendants, and the others scream and cheer."

- Furious Memory - The Colours Seven-Coiled

"Auroral rose vies with electric blue. There is neither night nor morning but only the hours of noon anticipated and lingering noon. We each of us open our hearts to the golden needle of the sky. All colours magnified beneath the Sun-in-Splendour."

- Splendid Memory - The Colours that Were

"A faded pale white-gold seen in certain patches of the sky, when the mist is clearing but the sun might be mistaken for the moon. We hold our breath and watch it brighten, until each colour divides from the next like a new-minted alphabet. The Egg Unhatching."

- Glorious Memory - The Colours of the Horizon

"When I remember the Horned Axe, I recall the scent of hawthorn. I recall a purple evening sky shot with red gold. I recall that her edges dripped where she had lately been at work."

- Liminal Memory - The Colours of the Double Threshold

"The Wood before its darkening, its fruits poison-green, its carnelian roots. The Moth's eyes are merry with hunger. He is hunting."

- Wildering Memory - The Colours That Are Not Black

"With each turn its cilia pulse and wriggle and its body flushes translucent to crimson. It might be ugly but it is beautiful like the withdrawing of blood from the labyrinths of glass. It does not cease and all its involutions are infinite. The Wheel."

- Endless Memory - The Colours that Turn