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[FICTION] Naxian Culture | Ithopoiou & The Arts

     Naxos has a long history, rich in many traditions carried on since even before Poleon. Both physical and performance arts are highly valued in Naxos, with a particular love of theater and sculpting.

    Naxian theater is a timeless art, famous globally. Comedies that leave audiences unable to breathe, and tragedies that bring even the most stoic zilotis to tears, and legendary dramas that enthrall any who see. The undisputed masters of this are the ithopoiou; performers that train from a young age to master the stage, along with song and several instruments. A trained ithopoiou can find work anywhere in the world.

    Just as much, Naxians adore physical art; statues, and murals commemorating ancient triumphs, elaborate fountains, and intricate facades across even the common buildings in cities. Painting has also taken off in the last few centuries-- centuries ago, an elven artist named La'Vin came to Naxos and fell in love with the city, and created a series of paintings capturing the City of Poleon and the islands of The Duchy. Ever since, there as been a divide in the art community regarding love of paintings versus traditional Naxian art.

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