Ruin upon you, Sapience!

I find myself with surplus wealth, mostly from the recent tournaments in the Matsuhama Arena, and would like to give back to the word-weavers of Achaea. So: a creative contest.

Children's stories are some of the most ancient forms of storytelling, representing the most base morals and culture of a society. Told by adults to fresh minds, ones unstained by lived experience, they often teach how to behave, what to do or not do, and overall how to understand the large world around them. I invite Sapience to give this form of folklore a more tangible body by sharing their tales. The intention is to then collect them into a single tome which would be distributed around the libraries of Achaea.

When preparing your submissions, consider that you would be writing for the youngest generation of Achaea, and prepare your style and theme accordingly. I would also like to ask that the stories are not explicitly tied to a specific city ethos or Divine teaching, so that your work is more reflective of Sapience's greater culture and so that a more diverse audience may come to appreciate it.

Some examples of acceptable themes:
- joys of indiscriminate murder;
- preference of destruction over creation;
- merits of a well-timed betrayal;
- any other moral lessons accepted as basic and common knowledge in the realms.

The contest will last a full year, starting from the time of this post; and possibly for a bit longer, depending on organizer availability and the number of entries. As mentioned before, all qualifying stories of sufficient quality will be collected and shared as a book. Three authors will be rewarded with 100, 75, and 50 credits respectively; you may submit as many stories as you'd like, but may only receive a reward for one of them.

Entries are accepted from everyone of Sapience with the exception of those who follow Scarlatti, Whose monopolization and sequestration of Art poses continued threat to mortal self-expression.

You may direct your submissions to me. I shall expect your writings!

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Chronos, in the year 1015 AF.