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2020.09.21 06:06 tqgibtngo Boutefeu Camaïeu

Great gusts sent sighing sounds through the trees as flying fish swam against the gale. "Seltzer time," Travis knew from a dream. Chewing methodically on a cronut, inhaling coffee, he swaggered out to the piazza, where Templeton was juggling durians.
Boccaccio, eccentric veteran of a dozen similar expeditions, fled to Madame Castruccio's cabin and took refuge on the bunk, snarling wild-eyed when anyone looked in from the corridor. Switching on the transducers, he hooked himself up. "Now it begins. If I am successful in any degree in helping to lay the foundation, then I shall be glad that I have not sown in vain, albeit another shall reap the harvest."
"You're it, Doctor," the eyes of the hide merchant seemed to say. Bocaccio, against the advice of the syllogist, leapt into the Cephisus and swam amid showers of hurled darts. Chauvelin, for his part, quill in hand, crossed his own metaphorical Rubicon that night, rallying the Valfeuillu cognoscenti to stand against whatever lurked in the fog.
"I am glad that you have come, as I know that you will speak my words truly, being of the people of that part of the Djaumna on which the church at Rotherhithe abuts, where the buildings on the banks are dirtiest and the vessels on the river blackest with the dust of colliers and the smoke of close-built low-roofed houses, where there exist the strangest inhabitants whom I loved," Mrs Murdstone exclaimed. "And this infinite is not rhetorical, as if we spoke of infinite thought, but is physical and mathematical."
When Lindhoefer was midway through his dinner, Sucrello inquired for the donug money. "I have been through dangers and am still alive and well, etc." "Anything else you want?" "We shall see this by turning to the diagram: The letters, A to L, may represent eleven Silurian genera exclusive to the île de la Grenouillère." "What of the locusts? What of the flesh that perishes?" "You're not supposed to know." "I don't know why." There was nothing more to say. Displicence had long roots in the valley. When a man spoke in that country, it was like talking in a bathyscaphe.
"Fie! Fie upon such a bovial planet," Melusina muttered reproachfully. Raskolnikov had no idea, no idea at all. The whistle of the train was sounding when he joined her ladyship on the platform where more than half the resplendents had taken their positions for the polonaise. Boats put off to row toward the fleet. Convenient history appealed to the second tenor, the constant gardener, friend and humble servant of Bishop Corbelan. He would not have thought of himself at all, but egotism required that he think always of self first.
Hanson, for his part, had waited long enough that the business could now be settled by negotiation. The time had come to contemplate subarctic botany. Of other matters he had neither care nor concern. His was but a single-minded determination to avenge the guns of Gruntersdorf. Some peculiarities, either in his early education, or in the nature of his intellect, had tinged with what is termed paralogism the whole cast of his ethical speculations.
"Let me know all that thou discoverest," Lady Wilding implored. "Convincing reason may possibly operate upon the mind both of a learned and ignorant hearer as long as they live, and will edify a thousand times more than the art of wetting the handkerchief." She had everything: kindness, admiration, bonbons, bouquets, no sense of exclusion from the privileges of the world, a lifetime subscription to the London Spectator, an herb garden, a bust of Pallas, a yurt, a Tesla, and a sugar glider.
She could not bear the notion of Linton's philosophical resignation. "Whither goeth a soul's majestic luminance? Why should spirits content to spend an eternity in frivolity be so fastidious?" "Undoubtedly, madame, the somniloquest perorates, but it is I who furnished his ideas; his phrases are embroideries set around the canvas of my report. I have therefore refrained from introducing the accustomed tedious ritournelle. I'm not obliged to call for sealed bids, or anything like that; so, when I've heard from everybody, I'll gladly give you a chance against the highest offer in hand."
Next came the house on wheels, led by the elder Rhodomont, who, gazing dimly through a maze of traditions, gathered all his scattered impulses toward a singular act of courage. For warlike purposes he had a short trumpet of bronze and a long trumpet not unlike a straight trombone. His countenance exuded the ignoble happiness of a feeble and cowardly creature which finds that it can, at last, harass what it has feared, and insult what it has flattered. But there was no explanation needed anyway as just then the stagecoach arrived. In his state of mind at that time, it was almost a relief to know that the struggle was now narrowed to a trial of strength between himself and Sir Edwin O'Grandison.
How come we to ascribe circumstance to external cause? – We had a theory; but Monsieur Domini also had one, and his, let us confess, was based upon material facts, while ours rested upon very disputable considerations. He never introduced the subject into conversation, but listened with a silent half-smile to the solemnified effusions of Pfeugel. Had he attempted to plagiarize himself? If he believed his position to be as desperate as Lady Knollys had described it, was this, after all, improbable? From a commercial point of view, its effect would be to increase the value and importance of those trade preferences which Australia gives the home country in her markets.
"Shall not my soul be avenged?" he continued, picking up the breviary, which had fallen to the ground. There was so much resolution expressed in the officer’s countenance, that Louis XIV himself would not have denied that the tip strand runs straight through to the repeating coil while the ring strand contains in each instance the winding of the supervisory relay. "Consider myristic ablution," the Gryphon advised. "Consider the lobster," answered Sancho. "Consider the delicious etude Au bord d'une Source, or the Sonnets after Petrarch, or those beautiful concert-studies in D-flat, F-minor, and A-flat. Consider the best poetry of Gounod, the brightest prose of Wisbeach." Already he had lunch in mind when he left the steamship company's offices in quest of fructuary exigence.
"Be that as it may, the wild Pantheism of Fichte, the modified Paliggenedia, doctrines of Snelling and the dogmas of D’Artagnan were hardly nocive to the imaginative faculty," Prince Spuganoff's stridulant voice was heard to interject. "Rhythm denotes a thought; it is the expression of a purpose. I am as thou art, my people as thy people, and my horses as thy horses."
At this juncture Baisemeaux appeared, royal stapler in hand, accompanied by Madame de Tregars, erstwhile proprietor of the Hotel des Folie and lately a purveyor of questionable medicinals.
That night, Cleek met Lady Wilding for the first time. To his other recommendations was now added that of general unreserve. "We will wait until this evening, monsieur," said she, "when the proprietor lies asleep on a sofa, when the weather is cool, when the time is near midnight: we will make a sketch of the room. Oh, Cleek, how very commodious in every respect are our modern balloons! Should we part without settling the point, and were we not to see one another again for some time, I should set down to put my arguments in writing. In any case, the world of description remains the realm of mechanical science."
"My friends," offered Maupassant, "first, a criticism of life is the essence of culture; second, literature contains the materials which suffice for the construction of such a criticism." – "That is why those dunes out there are the best we have in the way of mountains," averred Buffalmacco. Lenehan nodded in agreement, and was just about to comment when the dinner bell rang. Macgillivray quivered with delighted anticipation, and he enjoyed that delight as Englishmen generally do, silently.
"That, in the second and third figures," continued Maupassant during dinner, "the extremes holding both the same relation to the middle term, there is not, as in the first, an opposition and subordination between a term major and a term minor, mutually containing and contained, in the counter wholes of Extension and Comprehension." His audience would have been fifty rather than five, but most of our brethren had gone to Maritzburg for the week. The countenance and demeanor of Mademoiselle d'Arbeaux reminded him of the girl he had known on his first protreptic sojourn. Then he turned his head, and saw a meal prepared for him on the table.
The flies buzzed around the table and crawled over the stained cloth. The Musgroves, for their part, having instigated a quarrel about historical particulars of steam mining (before segueing to a protracted rant on theosophical ethology), suddenly insisted upon leaving early for Tarlenheim to greet Henrietta and Louis at the spaceport. They seemed so entirely occupied, so beside themselves, their eyes held such wild expression, that Dr Harcourt Maugham, eminent brain specialist, was almost afraid of them.
Come the crepuscle, all the remaining supplicants marched over to visit the Marblurys' blue-trimmed house, with its retired dory full of nasturtiums in the front yard and a shuttered parlor which was a museum of oversea plunder. Elsinor Marblury, who rarely left her chamber in those days, made special exception to conduct a grand and magnificent function. "Not the fruit of experience, but experience itself, is the end. We shall come, I think, to a different appraisal of agitations," averred the Baroness de Rastignac. The sulking magistrate found it exigent to convey Champmathieu to Ancimieux, which bore no semblance to a town and had nothing about it to suggest that it had ever been a town.
Suppose the mind be reduced even below the life of an oyster. Any electric signal has upper and lower limits of current between which it is to be actuated. Dunmore looked askance with a show of sorrow and lit a cigar. His duty was to hold a calamitous course, come what may, and leave the consequences to take care of themselves, which he did. The king, meanwhile, was conducted to the castle with accustomary pomp. Fouquet saw him dismount under the portcullis, saying into the ear of D'Artagnan who held his stirrup: "I am ready." The prevailing tone was more serious than comic.
At least (at last) Fortune favoured us; for word came that there was now lying at Cobievo, and ready to sail that night, a Dutch couper that had run a cargo of Erewhonians on the other side of the island, and was going back to Scheveningen freighted with wool. Mrs Micawber, for her part, was sensibly affected to regard Dunmore as something more than mortal. Come what may, he would, she imagined, plant a colony across the gulf of space, a stepping-stone to other worlds.
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2020.09.21 05:28 tqgibtngo Boutefeu Camaïeu

Great gusts sent sighing sounds through the trees as flying fish swam against the gale. "Seltzer time," Travis knew from a dream. Chewing methodically on a cronut, inhaling coffee, he swaggered out to the piazza, where Templeton was juggling durians.
Boccaccio, eccentric veteran of a dozen similar expeditions, fled to Madame Castruccio's cabin and took refuge on the bunk, snarling wild-eyed when anyone looked in from the corridor. Switching on the transducers, he hooked himself up. "Now it begins. If I am successful in any degree in helping to lay the foundation, then I shall be glad that I have not sown in vain, albeit another shall reap the harvest."
"You're it, Doctor," the eyes of the hide merchant seemed to say. Bocaccio, against the advice of the syllogist, leapt into the Cephisus and swam amid showers of hurled darts. Chauvelin, for his part, quill in hand, crossed his own metaphorical Rubicon that night, rallying the Valfeuillu cognoscenti to stand against whatever lurked in the fog.
"I am glad that you have come, as I know that you will speak my words truly, being of the people of that part of the Djaumna on which the church at Rotherhithe abuts, where the buildings on the banks are dirtiest and the vessels on the river blackest with the dust of colliers and the smoke of close-built low-roofed houses, where there exist the strangest inhabitants whom I loved," Mrs Murdstone exclaimed. "And this infinite is not rhetorical, as if we spoke of infinite thought, but is physical and mathematical."
When Lindhoefer was midway through his dinner, Sucrello inquired for the donug money. "I have been through dangers and am still alive and well, etc." "Anything else you want?" "We shall see this by turning to the diagram: The letters, A to L, may represent eleven Silurian genera exclusive to the île de la Grenouillère." "What of the locusts? What of the flesh that perishes?" "You're not supposed to know." "I don't know why." There was nothing more to say. Displicence had long roots in the valley. When a man spoke in that country, it was like talking in a bathyscaphe.
"Fie! Fie upon such a bovial planet," Melusina muttered reproachfully. Raskolnikov had no idea, no idea at all. The whistle of the train was sounding when he joined her ladyship on the platform where more than half the resplendents had taken their positions for the polonaise. Boats put off to row toward the fleet. Convenient history appealed to the second tenor, the constant gardener, friend and humble servant of Bishop Corbelan. He would not have thought of himself at all, but egotism required that he think always of self first.
Hanson, for his part, had waited long enough that the business could now be settled by negotiation. The time had come to contemplate subarctic botany. Of other matters he had neither care nor concern. His was but a single-minded determination to avenge the guns of Gruntersdorf. Some peculiarities, either in his early education, or in the nature of his intellect, had tinged with what is termed paralogism the whole cast of his ethical speculations.
"Let me know all that thou discoverest," Lady Wilding implored. "Convincing reason may possibly operate upon the mind both of a learned and ignorant hearer as long as they live, and will edify a thousand times more than the art of wetting the handkerchief." She had everything: kindness, admiration, bonbons, bouquets, no sense of exclusion from the privileges of the world, a lifetime subscription to the London Spectator, an herb garden, a bust of Pallas, a yurt, a Tesla, and a sugar glider.
She could not bear the notion of Linton's philosophical resignation. "Whither goeth a soul's majestic luminance? Why should spirits content to spend an eternity in frivolity be so fastidious?" "Undoubtedly, madame, the somniloquest perorates, but it is I who furnished his ideas; his phrases are embroideries set around the canvas of my report. I have therefore refrained from introducing the accustomed tedious ritournelle. I'm not obliged to call for sealed bids, or anything like that; so, when I've heard from everybody, I'll gladly give you a chance against the highest offer in hand."
Next came the house on wheels, led by the elder Rhodomont, who, gazing dimly through a maze of traditions, gathered all his scattered impulses toward a singular act of courage. For warlike purposes he had a short trumpet of bronze and a long trumpet not unlike a straight trombone. His countenance exuded the ignoble happiness of a feeble and cowardly creature which finds that it can, at last, harass what it has feared, and insult what it has flattered. But there was no explanation needed anyway as just then the stagecoach arrived. In his state of mind at that time, it was almost a relief to know that the struggle was now narrowed to a trial of strength between himself and Sir Edwin O'Grandison.
How come we to ascribe circumstance to external cause? – We had a theory; but Monsieur Domini also had one, and his, let us confess, was based upon material facts, while ours rested upon very disputable considerations. He never introduced the subject into conversation, but listened with a silent half-smile to the solemnified effusions of Pfeugel. Had he attempted to plagiarize himself? If he believed his position to be as desperate as Lady Knollys had described it, was this, after all, improbable? From a commercial point of view, its effect would be to increase the value and importance of those trade preferences which Australia gives the home country in her markets.
"Shall not my soul be avenged?" he continued, picking up the breviary, which had fallen to the ground. There was so much resolution expressed in the officer’s countenance, that Louis XIV himself would not have denied that the tip strand runs straight through to the repeating coil while the ring strand contains in each instance the winding of the supervisory relay. "Consider myristic ablution," the Gryphon advised. "Consider the lobster," answered Sancho. "Consider the delicious etude Au bord d'une Source, or the Sonnets after Petrarch, or those beautiful concert-studies in D-flat, F-minor, and A-flat. Consider the best poetry of Gounod, the brightest prose of Wisbeach." Already he had lunch in mind when he left the steamship company's offices in quest of fructuary exigence.
"Be that as it may, the wild Pantheism of Fichte, the modified Paliggenedia, doctrines of Snelling and the dogmas of D’Artagnan were hardly nocive to the imaginative faculty," Prince Spuganoff's stridulant voice was heard to interject. "Rhythm denotes a thought; it is the expression of a purpose. I am as thou art, my people as thy people, and my horses as thy horses."
At this juncture Baisemeaux appeared, royal stapler in hand, accompanied by Madame de Tregars, erstwhile proprietor of the Hotel des Folie and lately a purveyor of questionable medicinals.
That night, Cleek met Lady Wilding for the first time. To his other recommendations was now added that of general unreserve. "We will wait until this evening, monsieur," said she, "when the proprietor lies asleep on a sofa, when the weather is cool, when the time is near midnight: we will make a sketch of the room. Oh, Cleek, how very commodious in every respect are our modern balloons! Should we part without settling the point, and were we not to see one another again for some time, I should set down to put my arguments in writing. In any case, the world of description remains the realm of mechanical science."
"My friends," offered Maupassant, "first, a criticism of life is the essence of culture; second, literature contains the materials which suffice for the construction of such a criticism." – "That is why those dunes out there are the best we have in the way of mountains," averred Buffalmacco. Lenehan nodded in agreement, and was just about to comment when the dinner bell rang. Macgillivray quivered with delighted anticipation, and he enjoyed that delight as Englishmen generally do, silently.
"That, in the second and third figures," continued Maupassant during dinner, "the extremes holding both the same relation to the middle term, there is not, as in the first, an opposition and subordination between a term major and a term minor, mutually containing and contained, in the counter wholes of Extension and Comprehension." His audience would have been fifty rather than five, but most of our brethren had gone to Maritzburg for the week. The countenance and demeanor of Mademoiselle d'Arbeaux reminded him of the girl he had known on his first protreptic sojourn. Then he turned his head, and saw a meal prepared for him on the table.
The flies buzzed around the table and crawled over the stained cloth. The Musgroves, for their part, having instigated a quarrel about historical particulars of steam mining (before segueing to a protracted rant on theosophical ethology), suddenly insisted upon leaving early for Tarlenheim to greet Henrietta and Louis at the spaceport. They seemed so entirely occupied, so beside themselves, their eyes held such wild expression, that Dr Harcourt Maugham, eminent brain specialist, was almost afraid of them.
Come the crepuscle, all the remaining supplicants marched over to visit the Marblurys' blue-trimmed house, with its retired dory full of nasturtiums in the front yard and a shuttered parlor which was a museum of oversea plunder. Elsinor Marblury, who rarely left her chamber in those days, made special exception to conduct a grand and magnificent function. "Not the fruit of experience, but experience itself, is the end. We shall come, I think, to a different appraisal of agitations," averred the Baroness de Rastignac. The sulking magistrate found it exigent to convey Champmathieu to Ancimieux, which bore no semblance to a town and had nothing about it to suggest that it had ever been a town.
Suppose the mind be reduced even below the life of an oyster. Any electric signal has upper and lower limits of current between which it is to be actuated. Dunmore looked askance with a show of sorrow and lit a cigar. His duty was to hold a calamitous course, come what may, and leave the consequences to take care of themselves, which he did. The king, meanwhile, was conducted to the castle with accustomary pomp. Fouquet saw him dismount under the portcullis, saying into the ear of D'Artagnan who held his stirrup: "I am ready." The prevailing tone was more serious than comic.
At least (at last) Fortune favoured us; for word came that there was now lying at Cobievo, and ready to sail that night, a Dutch couper that had run a cargo of Erewhonians on the other side of the island, and was going back to Scheveningen freighted with wool. Mrs Micawber, for her part, was sensibly affected to regard Dunmore as something more than mortal. Come what may, he would, she imagined, plant a colony across the gulf of space, a stepping-stone to other worlds.
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2020.09.21 02:47 Lindvaettr Update: Historicity of these boots

I posted a question here about a week ago asking about the historicity of a particular pair of boots allegedly from the 14th-15th centuries.
After some investigation, I discovered that the boots, which I originally found on Vehi Mercatus are either resold or copied from Historical Italian Shoes, as listed (item M 11) in the shoemaker's catalogue.
Historical Italian Shoe's Graziano Dal Barco was kind enough to explain to me the historicity of the boots. They are an older model of his, and one interpretation he has made of several pairs of low boots he has found in several 14th-15th century works.
Most notable to me is an example which can be found in late 15th century painter Marco Marziale's painting Supper at Emmaus. In this painting, we can see the man on the far left is wearing extremely similar boots, albeit somewhat shorter (Graziano's boots being closer in height to the right-hand man's boots), and wrapped with a leather cord rather than a leather strap.
Other notable examples can be found in several murals by 14th century artist Giotto in the Basilica of Saint Francis of Assisi in Assisi, Italy. These are harder to make out, from the images of them I've found, but we can see what appear to be similar folded, cord-wrapped boots worn by the man on the far right in both murals.
It could certainly be argued that Graziano's interpretation has some distinct differences from the boots in the paintings. However, as evidence for leather straps of similar width is fairly common in 14th and 15th century art already, and we can see the general concept at work in the aforementioned examples, it seems convincing enough to me that these boots could be labeled at least very historically plausible, and possibly historically accurate.
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2020.09.21 02:45 Lindvaettr Update: Historicity of these boots

I posted a question here about a week ago asking about the historicity of a particular pair of boots allegedly from the 14th-15th centuries.
After some investigation, I discovered that the boots, which I originally found on Vehi Mercatus are either resold or copied from Historical Italian Shoes, as listed (item M 11) in the shoemaker's catalogue.
Historical Italian Shoe's Graziano Dal Barco was kind enough to explain to me the historicity of the boots. They are an older model of his, and one interpretation he has made of several pairs of low boots he has found in several 14th-15th century works.
Most notable to me is an example which can be found in late 15th century painter Marco Marziale's painting Supper at Emmaus. In this painting, we can see the man on the far left is wearing extremely similar boots, albeit somewhat shorter (Graziano's boots being closer in height to the right-hand man's boots), and wrapped with a leather cord rather than a leather strap.
Other notable examples can be found in several murals by 14th century artist Giotto in the Basilica of Saint Francis of Assisi in Assisi, Italy. These are harder to make out, from the images of them I've found, but we can see what appear to be similar folded, cord-wrapped boots worn by the man on the far right in both murals.
It could certainly be argued that Graziano's interpretation has some distinct differences from the boots in the paintings. However, as evidence for leather straps of similar width is fairly common in 14th and 15th century art already, and we can see the general concept at work in the aforementioned examples, it seems convincing enough to me that these boots could be labeled at least very historically plausible, and possibly historically accurate.
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2020.09.21 02:44 Lindvaettr Update: Historicity of these boots

I posted a question here about a week ago asking about the historicity of a particular pair of boots allegedly from the 14th-15th centuries.
After some investigation, I discovered that the boots, which I originally found on Vehi Mercatus are either resold or copied from Historical Italian Shoes, as listed (item M 11) in the shoemaker's catalogue.
Historical Italian Shoe's Graziano Dal Barco was kind enough to explain to me the historicity of the boots. They are an older model of his, and one interpretation he has made of several pairs of low boots he has found in several 14th-15th century works.
Most notable to me is an example which can be found in late 15th century painter Marco Marziale's painting Supper at Emmaus. In this painting, we can see the man on the far left is wearing extremely similar boots, albeit somewhat shorter (Graziano's boots being closer in height to the right-hand man's boots), and wrapped with a leather cord rather than a leather strap.
Other notable examples can be found in several murals by 14th century artist Giotto in the Basilica of Saint Francis of Assisi in Assisi, Italy. These are harder to make out, from the images of them I've found, but we can see what appear to be similar folded, cord-wrapped boots worn by the man on the far right in both murals.
It could certainly be argued that Graziano's interpretation has some distinct differences from the boots in the paintings. However, as evidence for leather straps of similar width is fairly common in 14th and 15th century art already, and we can see the general concept at work in the aforementioned examples, it seems convincing enough to me that these boots could be labeled at least very historically plausible, and possibly historically accurate.
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2020.09.21 02:36 YanniRotten List of Phantom Islands Listed by Ocean Location

Mediterranean/Black Sea
North Atlantic
Atlantic
Carribean
Pacific
Indian Ocean
Artic
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2020.09.21 02:05 butwhatforblog Perseverance Is Great, But Don’t Forget To Prepare (Inside Delta Force Book Review)

It is important to realize that we have the ability to manufacture our own fate when we want to. We can… proceed when things look bad, or we can find plenty of reasons to quit if we don’t want to go forward.– Eric Haney, Inside Delta Force
This post was inspired by Inside Delta Force, written by Eric Haney. Detailed notes and quotes can be found here. Unattributed quotes below are from Haney’s writing.
After numerous terrorism incidents in the 1970s, the United States realized its armed forces had a blind spot when it came to counterterrorism. Green Beret Colonel Charlie Beckwith, who had served alongside the British Army’s counter-terrorism unit the Special Air Service (also known as “SAS“) in Malaysia, had been pushing for such a group since the 1960s. Now that the opportunity to be proactive had passed, the U.S. Army decided it was a good time to commission its own SAS-like force – namely, Delta Force.
That brings us to Eric Haney. Haney had a successful start to his career, joining the army straight out of high school and progressing to platoon sergeant in the Army Rangers. In 1977, he was fretting that he would wind up as an instructor given his combat experience could be put to use training subsequent Ranger generations. After jumping out of an airplane as part of a drill, he stumbled into the opportunity to try out for one of the first Delta Force squadrons.
These tryouts are a continuous string of examples showcasing the often-said-not-often-followed truism that hard work and persistence are the bare minimum qualities required to achieve anything meaningful. There were run-of-the-mill running tests, an 18-mile hike with 40 pounds on your back, solo navigation drills across mountains and valleys ad nauseum, and it all culminated with a 40-mile mountain hike starting at 2am. And to top it all off, the testing officers were constantly encouraging the soldiers to quit along the way while never telling you how close to the finish line you were.
And what a beautiful metaphor for life that is. Your destination is never truly known, it requires unending effort to achieve things worth achieving and along the way you can easily find sources of negativity telling you to voluntarily remove yourself from the challenge.

What was the lesson here? Simple. Don’t quit. Never quit no matter what. Keep going until someone tells you to sit down. Keep going as long as you’re able to move, no matter how poorly you think you may be doing. Just don’t quit.
– Eric Haney, Inside Delta Force
Well, how did Haney do? He succeeded by focusing on the task at hand and ignoring the things around him that didn’t matter. Everytime he was close to quitting, he would push himself a little further, get his second wind and keep on trucking. He would “just keep [his] mouth shut, [his] eyes and ears open, and respond to whatever came up. It’s the system [he’d] always used in new situations, and so far it had served [him] well.”
Additionally, as he attacked what was in front of him he pushed away the temptation to look around and worry about comparing himself to other applicants. Some were faster. Some were stronger. Some seemed to mind the pain less than he did. But, to Haney, “the men in the other group weren’t my concern, and as for me, I’d know the destination when I got there.” And he got to the destination while many others did not.
And as you think through how impossible these challenges sound, you are are met with the realization of how quickly you would fail participating in the same. But then you have to be honest with yourself – you wouldn’t just fail, you would, in fact, die. You would get lost in the mountains. You would fall off a cliff. You would try to make the 40-miles and breakdown before you ever got to the end.
And this highlights another useful truth – unending resolve is not enough to ensure success. You must also be competent. All the perseverance you can muster today won’t do anything for you if you haven’t lived a life up to today that has prepared you for the task at hand – who you are today is a lagging indicator of your habits .
This means that success can only come after persistent preparation. The 163 men selected for the tryouts had lived lives that prepared them to take the unique, once-in-a-lifetime Delta Force opportunity and try. Without preparation, they could not even hope to try.
This is not unique to the military – Charlie Munger consistently shares the idea that there are only a few opportunities in life that define you. To take advantage of them, you prepare so that “step by step you get ahead, but not necessarily in fast spurts. But you build discipline by preparing for fast spurts.”

Spend each day trying to be a little wiser than you were when you woke up. Discharge your duties faithfully and well. Step by step you get ahead, but not necessarily in fast spurts. But you build discipline by preparing for fast spurts.
– Charlie Munger
However, even with preparation you will make mistakes. Haney did just that on the final 40-mile hike. He got lost. He went 7 miles off course in the wrong direction. And had to backtrack. And then keep going. He turned a 40-mile hike into more than a 50-mile hike, but he finished. After 18 hours of hiking, he made it to the finish line despite the setback.
This is another lesson – it is rare that failure is a permanent state. After failure, you have the option to keep going. You can treat failure as only a stop on your journey. You don’t have to let it be the destination. Many people treat getting knocked down as a reason to stay down. Like Haney, we don’t have to.
And it is important in life that you don’t define failure as failure to achieve only one specific goal. You can show up prepared and still not cross a specific finish line. 163 men participated in the Delta Force trials, but only 12 were ultimately accepted into the program. Those 151 men were not failures – not even close. They just had to accept that this Delta Force finish line wasn’t one they were going to cross and instead start progressing towards the next.
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2020.09.21 01:24 Lightenant Divinity - Chapter 31

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Dulius stepped into his office. The moment the doors behind him closed he ripped the clasp from his cloak and flung the heavy garment across the room. Heavens damn those arrogant fools! How can they not see the danger in what they ask?!
His silent tantrum was interrupted by two loud raps at the door.
“What is it?!” he snapped.
A Templar timidly poked his head around the large barrier. “Crusader Crowmere, to see you, Highlord. And another. A…cook?”
“Crusader—?” Dulius broke his mind from the anger that clouded him and reminded himself that most of the Order was unaware of the existence of the Inquisitors. Letting the Order’s spies masquerade around as the other ranks offered them complete anonymity, but one of these days he was bound to slip and reveal an identity.
Dulius sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He’d had enough difficult conversations for one day. If Arnulf and Erkan were requesting an audience it could only mean another frustration—and he had little restraint left. The Council of Seven had already worn his patience thin.
He waved towards the Templar to signal permission for them to enter. He crossed the room and gathered his cloak from the floor just as the two crossed the threshold. His new guests were opposites in more ways than one. Arnulf stood tall as always, his hawkish nose and eyes towering above the stout Erkan who had his thick hands buried deep into the pockets of his apron.
“Highlord Orgeron.” Arnulf accentuated his greeting with a slight bow. Erkan remained upright. And silent.
“It’s not yet time for the incident report, Arnulf. Is this pressing?” Dulius asked.
“Somewhat, Highlord. I believe you will find the information of value.” Erkan chuckled, but Arnulf continued, unphased. “It does, however, have to do with your meeting with the Council of Seven.”
Dulius raised a brow. He’d walked straight from the Church back to his office in the Citadel. There was already news? “Alright, let’s hear it.”
Chief Inquisitor Crowmere stepped forward, assuming his usual position in front of the desk while Dulius took a seat behind it. Dulius noted that Erkan took up a chair in the back corner of the room, as far from the daylight beaming through the windows as he could be.
“An informant passed a small piece of news, Highlord. Upon your dismissal from the Council’s chambers they immediately set into motion plans for a reveal of the Angels.”
The bastards! Have they no restraint?! Dulius seethed beneath an icy stare. He’d acquiesced to numerous requests from the Council, all in the name of the Seven’s patience with the Ascended. The Seven believed that a reveal to the Realm would bring celebrations and wonder. Could they not see how it only played into the growing dread? The Angels were originally raised to combat the Void. Now a Shield City had fallen and they’d suddenly awakened. What else could it mean if not another war for existence?!
“What are they planning?” Dulius growled.
“Multiple events, it would seem. A presentation of the Angels within the Church which would surely fill the grounds was foremost among them. They also plan to petition King Melrose for use of the royal court. A large gala, it seems, is their intent. They believe a joining of the Church and royal family shows strength and unity within the Realm.”
“This is ridiculous!” Dulius snapped. Neither of the other two men in his office gave any reaction. Arnulf held his head high and Erkan continued to pick at his nails. “They’re not fully Ascended! Their safety is paramount and yet the Council wants to flaunt them for the world to see?!” Dulius huffed, then realized how loud he’d been and smoothed his doublet. “I tire of these political games. Unity is a lie, both in the Realm and between the Church and the Order. What are we doing about it, Arnulf?”
“I’ve already sent word to those Oracles faithful to us, Highlord. They will delay at every turn. I can also have some of my Inquisitors sabotage meetings, payments, and the slow the spread of information. All non-lethal and untraceable.”
“Good. See it done.”
“Of course, Highlord,” Arnulf said with a bow.
“Is this what the Inquisitors are reduced to?” Erkan scorned. “Forging documents and stealing from errand boys?”
Arnulf glanced to the side, but maintained his rigid posture. Erkan, having earned no response, flexed his brow and returned to his self-grooming.
“Will that be all, Highlord?” Arnulf asked.
“Yes, Arnulf. Thank you.” Dulius watched the Chief Inquisitor depart, his footsteps silent on the rugs. How does he do that? Dulius wondered. The carpets quieted footsteps, but the boards below should have creaked. Never for Arnulf, though. Erkan cleared his throat with a sharp cough.
“Yes?” Dulius asked.
“Ah, good. Thought you forgot about me.”
“Impossible,” Dulius muttered. “And do you have to tease him so?”
“Yes,” Erkan answered flatly.
“You could have been in his position, you know, if you hadn’t run off for all those years.” It was a reminder that Dulius brought up often, if only for the fact he wished for a friend to be his confidant. Not that he didn’t trust Arnulf, the man’s record was impeccable, but a personal relationship would make him feel slightly more at ease when he had outbursts that verged on words of treason.
Erkan sighed and heaved himself up. He sauntered across the room and plopped into one of the large chairs in front of Dulius’s desk. “I’m well aware. Part of the reason I left, in fact.”
“Are you ever going to tell me where you went?” Dulius asked. “What you did while you were gone?”
Erkan pulled his lips together in a thoughtful gaze. “No,” he said after a time.
“I’m just to forever accept that you disappear, causing who knows what ruckus around the Realm, and then reappear with an infant girl in your arms begging for shelter?” Erkan gave a blank stare, the signal that this part of the conversation was over. “Fine,” Dulius said, exasperated. “Are you here to harass me about my health again?”
“No, but I wouldn’t pester you about it at all if you’d eat more than one full meal every three days, Oggie. My cooking is far better than whatever slop you ate prior to my return.”
“I’m fine,” Dulius grumbled.
“Course you are. You’re the Highlord. Nothing’s ever killed a Highlord before.”
“Enough, Erkan.” Dulius set aside the inkwell on his desk. If this was to be another frustrating conversation he wouldn’t want to spill it if his patience ran out again. “Why are you here? Is there some gossip in the kitchens worthy of my ear?”
“Plenty of gossip, but I imagine Crowbags fills your head with that drivel each day,” Erkan said. “I only want to talk about the punishment you gave me.”
“Punishment?”
“The lordling that graces me with his presence each day,” Erkan explained.
Dulius leaned back in his chair. The cook wanted to talk about Raegn? What, another body in his small kitchen was a nuisance? “I’d heard you’d come to appreciate his help.”
“Crowbags tell you that?” Erkan said with a single brow raised. “Hear what you like. I saw him talking to one of your Angels a few nights back.”
Dulius sighed. “The Angels agreed to stay within the Citadel grounds and try to avoid contact with anyone. I can hardly imprison them. They were bound to talk to some of our members at some point.”
“So you have no concern?” Erkan asked incredulously.
Dulius’s eyes narrowed. “Why would I?”
“I read the same reports you did.” Dulius opened his mouth to object to Erkan’s rummaging through restricted documents, but thought better of it. He could do little to stop the man, anyway. Erkan continued without any indication he thought his actions inappropriate. “I distinctly remember the conviction with which Arnulf wrote about Lord Edelgard’s testimony before the Council.”
“You’re talking about when he met Camael?” Dulius clarified.
“‘Appears to harbor a deep disdain and hatred for the Divine entity’, I believe the words were.”
Dulius let another sigh slip through his lips. “You think Raegn would try to harm one of the Angels?”
“You just told your Chief Inquisitor their safety is paramount. You have someone who has openly expressed a certain contempt for their kind.”
“And what would you have me do? Restrict the Angels to the manor? Excommunicate Templar Edelgard?”
“Neither—yet.” Erkan leaned forward and held Dulius’s gaze. “I only bring it up as an example—to help you see more.”
“More of what?”
“It’s coming, Dulius,” the stout cook said, rising to leave. “You can feel it. I know you can. The only question is when. Tomorrow? Next year? The next lifetime? Day-by-day the Realm grows closer to its doom. Whatever you do, it will come. Maybe we win, maybe we don’t. I’d prefer us to at least have the chance, though, and we have to be alive for that to happen. Don’t miss the pawns moving beneath your nose, or we’ll lose before we can even try.”
“I feel that our Templar legions have reinforced Bulwark,” Dulius replied coldly. “I feel that the Angels have yet to learn their purpose in this era. You’re not a doomsayer, Erkan. And you’ve always hated prophecies, so forgive me when I don’t believe you when you give one.”
The cook paused halfway to the door. “What’s coming isn’t a prophecy, Oggie. And we’re not ready.”
Dulius sat at his desk and stewed on the words while one of the Templar pulled the door closed from the outside. Regardless of what Erkan said, he refused to believe that Raegn would attempt to harm an Angel. For one, the young lord would lose in a straight fight—horribly so. Plus, the boy had dedicated his life to fighting the Void. He would never deliberately sabotage that cause.
No, there was some other reason Erkan brought it up. Dulius had spoken true—he was not fully convinced that another Void War was upon them, but he could simultaneously admit that all signs were pointing that way. So who else besides Raegn moved beneath his oversight? The Inquisitors saw all and Arnulf never failed to report on all levels of matters. Dulius cursed under his breath. Whatever it was, it could wait just awhile longer. He rose and refastened his cloak around his shoulders. There was one more event to attend to on this day. One that he could not miss.
The title of Highlord came with much responsibility. It may have seemed a noble endeavor to him once, but no longer. Dulius took the long walk to the Hall of the Fallen, reminding himself that each choice he made, no matter how simple, was paid for not by him but by his people.
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“What’s all this?” Raegn asked as the group exited the Great Hall and stumbled into a mass of people all moving in the same direction. Initiates, Templar, and Crusaders alike mixed as they slowly made their way southward down the pebbled path.
“They’re headed to the Hall of the Fallen,” Nalani said quietly.
Raegn caught the islander woman bow her head and whisper a quick prayer. The group watched the procession for a time and even caught the Highlord among the crowd. Dulius Orgeron stood out not only for the deep blue cloak he wore over pieces of silver and gold armor, but by his size as well. The man was nearly a full head taller than those around him and looked every bit the imposing leader of the Order.
“Someone important?” Kai asked, noting their leader’s presence.
“You haven’t heard?” Tera and Nalani spoke at the same time, then shared a reserved smile.
So alike, Raegn thought. Were he and Kai that similar? He was thankful his friend had asked, though. Raegn hadn’t heard either, but being the one to admit to it would only open oneself to scorn. A fact he would love to admonish the girls for. He and Kai spent their time training, not gossiping.
“We clearly haven’t,” Kai scolded.
Yep. Very alike, Raegn chuckled to himself, careful to hide his amusement from the faces of the solemn crowd making its way towards the southern portion of the Citadel grounds.
“One of the Justicar died. Rumors say it was an Angel that killed him,” Tera explained.
Raegn’s face twisted into a pondering scowl. The idea of it made no sense. A Justicar and an Angel were both pure representations of the Light. They shared the same cause, so how would they end up fighting? “Where’d you hear these rumors?” he questioned.
“Around,” Tera said idly. “People talk at shift changes, in the dining halls, the training grounds. Light, you work in the kitchens Raegn. All the Initiates do is gossip down there. Don’t you listen to it?”
“No,” he said curtly. “Half of it is lies only said to make the mundane sound interesting.”
Kai nodded in agreement, but Nalani shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said. “There have been whispers within the Crusader ranks about the same. Apparently this Justicar wasn’t the first, either. They even went so far as to call her the Angel of Death.”
“Her?” Kai gave a puzzled look.
“Is that a surprise to you?” Nalani asked incredulously. “What, all Angels have to be muscle-bound warriors covered in ornate armor?”
Kai muttered a quiet disagreement.
“Well, some of the old stories do say that they forgot their humanity. It was one of the sacrifices they made for the power to defeat the Void,” Tera offered.
“That’s ridiculous,” Kai shot back. “They were chosen because they were the best humanity had to offer. Plus, the Angels don’t speak to anyone that isn’t directly appointed by the Highlord. How would anyone know anything if they can’t even talk to them?”
“I’m not so sure about that,” Raegn said, earning him several questioning stares. “What?” he asked in an attempt to fend them off. “I’ve met two Divine entities now. Camael certainly didn’t seem to have any humanity and the second talked to me without any reservation. That disproves both of your points.”
Kai huffed, but couldn’t pinpoint a counter argument.
“You talked to one of the Angels?” Tera asked. “Which one? And when?”
“I don’t know which one,” Raegn said, “but it was a few days ago. She had blonde hair. Then a brunette one came and led her away.”
“Ever a hit with the ladies, eh?” Kai teased. “Better watch out, Tera—Angel’s gonna steal your man.”
Tera’s face set into a deep pout and Nalani put a backhanded slap into Kai’s chest.
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The days rolled by and each brought crisper wind from the north. Raegn’s time in the kitchens ended without fanfare and each morning after he longed for the added warmth of the ovens and the fresh smell of breakfast. Instead, he spent each dawn patrolling the still-bustling streets of Elysium or shivering while standing guard at the Citadel’s bridge or the gates of the Church. Luckily, his friends were able to secure matching shifts. In the afternoons he continued to spar and exercise with Kai and they were even graced with a few rare appearances from Nalani. In the evenings Tera joined them for dinner and games of cards until late into the night.
The temperamental girl was surprisingly good. Tera’s cold gaze was impossible to read and she bluffed and bet better than any tavern patron could ever hope to. Raegn and Kai had lost an entire shifts pay to her on more than one occasion, though she never accepted the winnings. Raegn asked multiple times if she ever wanted to train with them in the afternoons, but Tera admitted that she had no desire to. More shocking was that she was spending that time in the library at the Church, a fact that Raegn discovered when he was fulfilling a favor for another Templar in exchange for saving some desserts.
Tera sat there, studiously bent over a series of books while seated at a worn table under one of the numerous stained glass windows. The colored sunlight shone upon her otherwise plain Templar outfit and gave her a captivating beauty. A strand of hair fell from her ear and she brushed it back without a thought before turning another page. Always with that hair coming loose. Raegn smiled at the thought. If it were longer it might stay in place better, but the shorter length fit Tera’s oval face. He passed off the bundle of scrolls he’d been asked to bring to an Oracle and wandered over to her table.
“Studying something?” he asked.
She apparently hadn’t noticed his arrival and jumped at the sound of his voice. “Oh!” she exclaimed and brought a startled hand to her chest. “Don’t sneak up on me!”
Raegn chuckled and took a seat next to her. “I wouldn’t call the way I walked across the middle of the library sneaking, but I’ll keep it in mind for next time.”
Tera shot him a small glare out of the corner of her eye before returning to her book. Whatever she was reading must have required a good bit of focus. The thought occurred to him that he might be a tad jealous she was paying the worn pages more attention, but the way the corners of her mouth pulled together in subtle mouthings of the words as she focused was too pleasant a scene for him to feel the envy.
Instead of interrupting, he scanned the titles of the other texts while he waited for her to reach a stopping point. A Study on Criminal Organizations, History of Cults, Investigations into the Occult, Irregular Combat Tactics, Logistics of Maintaining an Army, and several dozen scrolls of reports from Templar patrols lay strewn about the table. Raegn frowned. These were heavy topics. And quite dry, judging by the size of the things, he mused. Stories of legend were never more than a few dozen pages. Only academic works with all their complex words and mind-numbing explanations of mundane topics would comprise the thousands of pages stacked on the table.
Tera gave a soft sigh and earmarked a page before closing the book in front of her. “What are you doing here?” she asked as she laid the book atop several others.
“Just dropping off some reports to be archived,” Raegn replied. “Is this where you spend your afternoons?”
“Not always, but lately,” Tera admitted.
“Why?”
Tera scanned the library, then leaned in toward him and spoke quietly. “Something caught my eye when I was collecting the patrol reports a few nights ago. I can’t remember what it was exactly, but with all the rumors of a coming Void War I remembered something I’d learned in a history class I took a few years ago.”
Raegn shook his head slightly and rubbed his jaw. Ulrich had always been around to teach him before, even when he was training to fight. He’d been more than happy to be done with academic lessons the moment he became a Templar. The absence of learning had been a pleasant break for his mind, but he did have to admit he felt some guilt in abandoning any and all studies.
“So what were you looking for?” he asked.
“Hundreds of years ago, when the Void spread across the Realm, there were groups of humans that tried to switch sides.”
Raegn could feel his own face twist in disgust. “What? They tried to join the Void?”
“Yes,” Tera said with her hands waving for him to keep his voice down. “They couldn’t fight alongside the darkness, obviously, but they tried to help it spread. There are even some accounts of them opening portals in Elysium itself.”
“That’s insane,” he muttered.
“I know,” Tera agreed, “but I happened to read your account of what happened in Bastion…” she trailed off.
Raegn sensed that she was hesitant to broach the topic. He couldn’t blame her. He hadn’t spoken about it with anyone other than Kai and thankfully the islander had been more interested in learning how to fight the Void than what had actually occurred in Bastion. If he was to continue spending his time with Tera, though - and he fully intended to - conversations about his past were bound to happen.
“Tera, if you want to ask, just ask,” he said.
“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just that…well, I can tell it still hurts,” she murmured. Raegn gazed at her until she had the confidence to look him in the eye. He gave her a faint smile in the hopes that it would encourage her. “What were the portals like?” she asked. “How did they open, I mean? Did one of the creatures do it?”
“No.” Raegn fought off a wince as he remembered the sound of lightning cracking against the cave and the overwhelming hum of the ellipse expanding out of thin air. “I only saw one open. It was just an orb, a small ball of the abyss. Then it split open and grew into a large disc. They look flat no matter which side you see them from and it must take some force to cross through. All the Void sort of…struggle to push themselves into our world.”
He shook the memory from his vision and found Tera staring at him in wonder. It wasn’t really fair how soft her eyes could be when they were normally so stern. Their warmth drew a smile from his face. “Does that answer your question?”
Tera swallowed and set about organizing the books into a stack. “Yes, thank you.”
“Everything okay?”
“Sometimes it’s just hard for me to remember what you’ve gone through,” she said in a huff. “I joined the Order thinking I would help protect the Realm, but in reality the fight was so far away. Where you were.”
“Well, I’m glad you were here and not there,” Raegn said.
“I’m not so sure the fight isn’t here now, too, though. The reports I read make it seem like a Void Cult still exists in Elysium.”
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The group sat at the end of a long table in the Great Hall, its wood surface worn smooth and covered in stains from spilled ale. It was a late meal and most of the other Templar had already cleared the room and headed off to the baths or bed. A luxury, then, that they could talk openly. Tera had started the conversation as planned, but so far their friend had been reluctant to agree.
“No,” Nalani said. “I’m not going along with this little plot of yours, no matter how many times you bring it up.”
“Come on, Nal,” Tera pleaded. “Without your signature, we’d technically be breaking the code.”
“You’re dangerously close to breaking it anyway,” Nalani pointed out. “I knew I should’ve just eaten in the Crusader Wing. This is why we’re told not to mingle with the Templar! We just get harassed for favors!”
Raegn noted the single white stripe on the left sleeve of Nalani’s uniform. It was the most intricate attire that was provided and reserved for those who had achieved the Order’s highest tier. Light gray trousers were tailored to each individual’s size, a crisp dark-blue overcoat fit snugly over the torso, and a crimson sash divided the two. Nalani hadn’t passed the trial more than a full season ago, yet passing alone earned each Crusader the angled white line that divided the upper arm. Higher ranking Crusaders would wear two along with all of the Justicar, though the enforcers of the Light’s justice were rarely seen in a dress uniform. Still, Nalani now outranked the majority of the Order’s members and would soon have a legion of Templar at her command.
“Kai,” Tera urged, “a little help here?”
Kai looked up over his plate, pretending to be surprised. “Help? No, I couldn’t possibly use my personal relationship to sway a Crusader’s mind.”
Nalani shot the other islander an icy scowl, then turned to Raegn. “And you? Just going along with it because Tera told you to?”
Raegn hazarded a glance in Tera’s direction. She gave a subtle upward tilt of her head and thrust of her chin. He wasn’t sure why he bothered, she’d already told him what to say. “I think that the Order is flooded with reports,” he cautiously explained while bringing his gaze back to Nalani, “and many slip through the cracks. If a few Templar want to spend their night off better serving the Order by picking up an additional assignment then it doesn’t seem like it’d be any harm.”
Nalani rolled her eyes. “By the Seven, she’s got her hooks in you good, doesn’t she?”
Tera’s face flushed at the comment and she suddenly refused to look directly at him. The group sat in silence, Raegn looking to Tera now that their planned conversation had reached its end. Tera looked down at her hands clasped together beneath the table. Kai, bless him, sat at the end of the table chuckling to himself and stuffing mouthfuls of lamb steak in his mouth to muffle the sound.
“Fine. I’ll sign,” Nalani suddenly acquiesced. “But I’m going with you,” she added quickly. “Something tells me you would’ve kept prodding or just blackmailed some other Crusader anyway. At least this way I’ll be there to be the voice of reason when you inevitably get carried away and drag my name through the mud.”
Tera’s face flashed a smile and she leaned into Nalani to give the other girl a hug. “Thank you!” Tera said, then scurried around the table. Raegn was grabbed by the arm and hauled from the hall. “Come on, we’ve got planning to do!”
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Way late in posting this, my apologies. I have family over though! It's always nice to have guests and in this case be super productive with projects around the house. A few scene breaks in this chapter as compared to normal. I usually try to avoid this because I feel like it can make things disjointed, but I also hate writing transitions between scenes that don't add anything but fluff. Hopefully in the future I can find a bit more of a mid-ground. See ya next week!
If you're new, Divinity is a web-serial I've been working on for a bit now. It's admittedly a bit of standard fantasy, but it's a story I've nurtured in my mind for quite some time now. If you like it I'd love to have you subscribe to any of the sites and/or leave feedback!
If Sci-Fi is more your thing, check out my short story, Valkyrie! It's 3 chapters plus an epilogue. You'll read about Cara, a public affairs officer on assignment to cover a story of growing public unrest for the war against the rebellion, though she ends up learning the harsh realities that come with even a limited conflict. Enjoy!
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Dulius stepped into his office. The moment the doors behind him closed he ripped the clasp from his cloak and flung the heavy garment across the room. Heavens damn those arrogant fools! How can they not see the danger in what they ask?!
His silent tantrum was interrupted by two loud raps at the door.
“What is it?!” he snapped.
A Templar timidly poked his head around the large barrier. “Crusader Crowmere, to see you, Highlord. And another. A…cook?”
“Crusader—?” Dulius broke his mind from the anger that clouded him and reminded himself that most of the Order was unaware of the existence of the Inquisitors. Letting the Order’s spies masquerade around as the other ranks offered them complete anonymity, but one of these days he was bound to slip and reveal an identity.
Dulius sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He’d had enough difficult conversations for one day. If Arnulf and Erkan were requesting an audience it could only mean another frustration—and he had little restraint left. The Council of Seven had already worn his patience thin.
He waved towards the Templar to signal permission for them to enter. He crossed the room and gathered his cloak from the floor just as the two crossed the threshold. His new guests were opposites in more ways than one. Arnulf stood tall as always, his hawkish nose and eyes towering above the stout Erkan who had his thick hands buried deep into the pockets of his apron.
“Highlord Orgeron.” Arnulf accentuated his greeting with a slight bow. Erkan remained upright. And silent.
“It’s not yet time for the incident report, Arnulf. Is this pressing?” Dulius asked.
“Somewhat, Highlord. I believe you will find the information of value.” Erkan chuckled, but Arnulf continued, unphased. “It does, however, have to do with your meeting with the Council of Seven.”
Dulius raised a brow. He’d walked straight from the Church back to his office in the Citadel. There was already news? “Alright, let’s hear it.”
Chief Inquisitor Crowmere stepped forward, assuming his usual position in front of the desk while Dulius took a seat behind it. Dulius noted that Erkan took up a chair in the back corner of the room, as far from the daylight beaming through the windows as he could be.
“An informant passed a small piece of news, Highlord. Upon your dismissal from the Council’s chambers they immediately set into motion plans for a reveal of the Angels.”
The bastards! Have they no restraint?! Dulius seethed beneath an icy stare. He’d acquiesced to numerous requests from the Council, all in the name of the Seven’s patience with the Ascended. The Seven believed that a reveal to the Realm would bring celebrations and wonder. Could they not see how it only played into the growing dread? The Angels were originally raised to combat the Void. Now a Shield City had fallen and they’d suddenly awakened. What else could it mean if not another war for existence?!
“What are they planning?” Dulius growled.
“Multiple events, it would seem. A presentation of the Angels within the Church which would surely fill the grounds was foremost among them. They also plan to petition King Melrose for use of the royal court. A large gala, it seems, is their intent. They believe a joining of the Church and royal family shows strength and unity within the Realm.”
“This is ridiculous!” Dulius snapped. Neither of the other two men in his office gave any reaction. Arnulf held his head high and Erkan continued to pick at his nails. “They’re not fully Ascended! Their safety is paramount and yet the Council wants to flaunt them for the world to see?!” Dulius huffed, then realized how loud he’d been and smoothed his doublet. “I tire of these political games. Unity is a lie, both in the Realm and between the Church and the Order. What are we doing about it, Arnulf?”
“I’ve already sent word to those Oracles faithful to us, Highlord. They will delay at every turn. I can also have some of my Inquisitors sabotage meetings, payments, and the slow the spread of information. All non-lethal and untraceable.”
“Good. See it done.”
“Of course, Highlord,” Arnulf said with a bow.
“Is this what the Inquisitors are reduced to?” Erkan scorned. “Forging documents and stealing from errand boys?”
Arnulf glanced to the side, but maintained his rigid posture. Erkan, having earned no response, flexed his brow and returned to his self-grooming.
“Will that be all, Highlord?” Arnulf asked.
“Yes, Arnulf. Thank you.” Dulius watched the Chief Inquisitor depart, his footsteps silent on the rugs. How does he do that? Dulius wondered. The carpets quieted footsteps, but the boards below should have creaked. Never for Arnulf, though. Erkan cleared his throat with a sharp cough.
“Yes?” Dulius asked.
“Ah, good. Thought you forgot about me.”
“Impossible,” Dulius muttered. “And do you have to tease him so?”
“Yes,” Erkan answered flatly.
“You could have been in his position, you know, if you hadn’t run off for all those years.” It was a reminder that Dulius brought up often, if only for the fact he wished for a friend to be his confidant. Not that he didn’t trust Arnulf, the man’s record was impeccable, but a personal relationship would make him feel slightly more at ease when he had outbursts that verged on words of treason.
Erkan sighed and heaved himself up. He sauntered across the room and plopped into one of the large chairs in front of Dulius’s desk. “I’m well aware. Part of the reason I left, in fact.”
“Are you ever going to tell me where you went?” Dulius asked. “What you did while you were gone?”
Erkan pulled his lips together in a thoughtful gaze. “No,” he said after a time.
“I’m just to forever accept that you disappear, causing who knows what ruckus around the Realm, and then reappear with an infant girl in your arms begging for shelter?” Erkan gave a blank stare, the signal that this part of the conversation was over. “Fine,” Dulius said, exasperated. “Are you here to harass me about my health again?”
“No, but I wouldn’t pester you about it at all if you’d eat more than one full meal every three days, Oggie. My cooking is far better than whatever slop you ate prior to my return.”
“I’m fine,” Dulius grumbled.
“Course you are. You’re the Highlord. Nothing’s ever killed a Highlord before.”
“Enough, Erkan.” Dulius set aside the inkwell on his desk. If this was to be another frustrating conversation he wouldn’t want to spill it if his patience ran out again. “Why are you here? Is there some gossip in the kitchens worthy of my ear?”
“Plenty of gossip, but I imagine Crowbags fills your head with that drivel each day,” Erkan said. “I only want to talk about the punishment you gave me.”
“Punishment?”
“The lordling that graces me with his presence each day,” Erkan explained.
Dulius leaned back in his chair. The cook wanted to talk about Raegn? What, another body in his small kitchen was a nuisance? “I’d heard you’d come to appreciate his help.”
“Crowbags tell you that?” Erkan said with a single brow raised. “Hear what you like. I saw him talking to one of your Angels a few nights back.”
Dulius sighed. “The Angels agreed to stay within the Citadel grounds and try to avoid contact with anyone. I can hardly imprison them. They were bound to talk to some of our members at some point.”
“So you have no concern?” Erkan asked incredulously.
Dulius’s eyes narrowed. “Why would I?”
“I read the same reports you did.” Dulius opened his mouth to object to Erkan’s rummaging through restricted documents, but thought better of it. He could do little to stop the man, anyway. Erkan continued without any indication he thought his actions inappropriate. “I distinctly remember the conviction with which Arnulf wrote about Lord Edelgard’s testimony before the Council.”
“You’re talking about when he met Camael?” Dulius clarified.
“‘Appears to harbor a deep disdain and hatred for the Divine entity’, I believe the words were.”
Dulius let another sigh slip through his lips. “You think Raegn would try to harm one of the Angels?”
“You just told your Chief Inquisitor their safety is paramount. You have someone who has openly expressed a certain contempt for their kind.”
“And what would you have me do? Restrict the Angels to the manor? Excommunicate Templar Edelgard?”
“Neither—yet.” Erkan leaned forward and held Dulius’s gaze. “I only bring it up as an example—to help you see more.”
“More of what?”
“It’s coming, Dulius,” the stout cook said, rising to leave. “You can feel it. I know you can. The only question is when. Tomorrow? Next year? The next lifetime? Day-by-day the Realm grows closer to its doom. Whatever you do, it will come. Maybe we win, maybe we don’t. I’d prefer us to at least have the chance, though, and we have to be alive for that to happen. Don’t miss the pawns moving beneath your nose, or we’ll lose before we can even try.”
“I feel that our Templar legions have reinforced Bulwark,” Dulius replied coldly. “I feel that the Angels have yet to learn their purpose in this era. You’re not a doomsayer, Erkan. And you’ve always hated prophecies, so forgive me when I don’t believe you when you give one.”
The cook paused halfway to the door. “What’s coming isn’t a prophecy, Oggie. And we’re not ready.”
Dulius sat at his desk and stewed on the words while one of the Templar pulled the door closed from the outside. Regardless of what Erkan said, he refused to believe that Raegn would attempt to harm an Angel. For one, the young lord would lose in a straight fight—horribly so. Plus, the boy had dedicated his life to fighting the Void. He would never deliberately sabotage that cause.
No, there was some other reason Erkan brought it up. Dulius had spoken true—he was not fully convinced that another Void War was upon them, but he could simultaneously admit that all signs were pointing that way. So who else besides Raegn moved beneath his oversight? The Inquisitors saw all and Arnulf never failed to report on all levels of matters. Dulius cursed under his breath. Whatever it was, it could wait just awhile longer. He rose and refastened his cloak around his shoulders. There was one more event to attend to on this day. One that he could not miss.
The title of Highlord came with much responsibility. It may have seemed a noble endeavor to him once, but no longer. Dulius took the long walk to the Hall of the Fallen, reminding himself that each choice he made, no matter how simple, was paid for not by him but by his people.
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“What’s all this?” Raegn asked as the group exited the Great Hall and stumbled into a mass of people all moving in the same direction. Initiates, Templar, and Crusaders alike mixed as they slowly made their way southward down the pebbled path.
“They’re headed to the Hall of the Fallen,” Nalani said quietly.
Raegn caught the islander woman bow her head and whisper a quick prayer. The group watched the procession for a time and even caught the Highlord among the crowd. Dulius Orgeron stood out not only for the deep blue cloak he wore over pieces of silver and gold armor, but by his size as well. The man was nearly a full head taller than those around him and looked every bit the imposing leader of the Order.
“Someone important?” Kai asked, noting their leader’s presence.
“You haven’t heard?” Tera and Nalani spoke at the same time, then shared a reserved smile.
So alike, Raegn thought. Were he and Kai that similar? He was thankful his friend had asked, though. Raegn hadn’t heard either, but being the one to admit to it would only open oneself to scorn. A fact he would love to admonish the girls for. He and Kai spent their time training, not gossiping.
“We clearly haven’t,” Kai scolded.
Yep. Very alike, Raegn chuckled to himself, careful to hide his amusement from the faces of the solemn crowd making its way towards the southern portion of the Citadel grounds.
“One of the Justicar died. Rumors say it was an Angel that killed him,” Tera explained.
Raegn’s face twisted into a pondering scowl. The idea of it made no sense. A Justicar and an Angel were both pure representations of the Light. They shared the same cause, so how would they end up fighting? “Where’d you hear these rumors?” he questioned.
“Around,” Tera said idly. “People talk at shift changes, in the dining halls, the training grounds. Light, you work in the kitchens Raegn. All the Initiates do is gossip down there. Don’t you listen to it?”
“No,” he said curtly. “Half of it is lies only said to make the mundane sound interesting.”
Kai nodded in agreement, but Nalani shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said. “There have been whispers within the Crusader ranks about the same. Apparently this Justicar wasn’t the first, either. They even went so far as to call her the Angel of Death.”
“Her?” Kai gave a puzzled look.
“Is that a surprise to you?” Nalani asked incredulously. “What, all Angels have to be muscle-bound warriors covered in ornate armor?”
Kai muttered a quiet disagreement.
“Well, some of the old stories do say that they forgot their humanity. It was one of the sacrifices they made for the power to defeat the Void,” Tera offered.
“That’s ridiculous,” Kai shot back. “They were chosen because they were the best humanity had to offer. Plus, the Angels don’t speak to anyone that isn’t directly appointed by the Highlord. How would anyone know anything if they can’t even talk to them?”
“I’m not so sure about that,” Raegn said, earning him several questioning stares. “What?” he asked in an attempt to fend them off. “I’ve met two Divine entities now. Camael certainly didn’t seem to have any humanity and the second talked to me without any reservation. That disproves both of your points.”
Kai huffed, but couldn’t pinpoint a counter argument.
“You talked to one of the Angels?” Tera asked. “Which one? And when?”
“I don’t know which one,” Raegn said, “but it was a few days ago. She had blonde hair. Then a brunette one came and led her away.”
“Ever a hit with the ladies, eh?” Kai teased. “Better watch out, Tera—Angel’s gonna steal your man.”
Tera’s face set into a deep pout and Nalani put a backhanded slap into Kai’s chest.
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The days rolled by and each brought crisper wind from the north. Raegn’s time in the kitchens ended without fanfare and each morning after he longed for the added warmth of the ovens and the fresh smell of breakfast. Instead, he spent each dawn patrolling the still-bustling streets of Elysium or shivering while standing guard at the Citadel’s bridge or the gates of the Church. Luckily, his friends were able to secure matching shifts. In the afternoons he continued to spar and exercise with Kai and they were even graced with a few rare appearances from Nalani. In the evenings Tera joined them for dinner and games of cards until late into the night.
The temperamental girl was surprisingly good. Tera’s cold gaze was impossible to read and she bluffed and bet better than any tavern patron could ever hope to. Raegn and Kai had lost an entire shifts pay to her on more than one occasion, though she never accepted the winnings. Raegn asked multiple times if she ever wanted to train with them in the afternoons, but Tera admitted that she had no desire to. More shocking was that she was spending that time in the library at the Church, a fact that Raegn discovered when he was fulfilling a favor for another Templar in exchange for saving some desserts.
Tera sat there, studiously bent over a series of books while seated at a worn table under one of the numerous stained glass windows. The colored sunlight shone upon her otherwise plain Templar outfit and gave her a captivating beauty. A strand of hair fell from her ear and she brushed it back without a thought before turning another page. Always with that hair coming loose. Raegn smiled at the thought. If it were longer it might stay in place better, but the shorter length fit Tera’s oval face. He passed off the bundle of scrolls he’d been asked to bring to an Oracle and wandered over to her table.
“Studying something?” he asked.
She apparently hadn’t noticed his arrival and jumped at the sound of his voice. “Oh!” she exclaimed and brought a startled hand to her chest. “Don’t sneak up on me!”
Raegn chuckled and took a seat next to her. “I wouldn’t call the way I walked across the middle of the library sneaking, but I’ll keep it in mind for next time.”
Tera shot him a small glare out of the corner of her eye before returning to her book. Whatever she was reading must have required a good bit of focus. The thought occurred to him that he might be a tad jealous she was paying the worn pages more attention, but the way the corners of her mouth pulled together in subtle mouthings of the words as she focused was too pleasant a scene for him to feel the envy.
Instead of interrupting, he scanned the titles of the other texts while he waited for her to reach a stopping point. A Study on Criminal Organizations, History of Cults, Investigations into the Occult, Irregular Combat Tactics, Logistics of Maintaining an Army, and several dozen scrolls of reports from Templar patrols lay strewn about the table. Raegn frowned. These were heavy topics. And quite dry, judging by the size of the things, he mused. Stories of legend were never more than a few dozen pages. Only academic works with all their complex words and mind-numbing explanations of mundane topics would comprise the thousands of pages stacked on the table.
Tera gave a soft sigh and earmarked a page before closing the book in front of her. “What are you doing here?” she asked as she laid the book atop several others.
“Just dropping off some reports to be archived,” Raegn replied. “Is this where you spend your afternoons?”
“Not always, but lately,” Tera admitted.
“Why?”
Tera scanned the library, then leaned in toward him and spoke quietly. “Something caught my eye when I was collecting the patrol reports a few nights ago. I can’t remember what it was exactly, but with all the rumors of a coming Void War I remembered something I’d learned in a history class I took a few years ago.”
Raegn shook his head slightly and rubbed his jaw. Ulrich had always been around to teach him before, even when he was training to fight. He’d been more than happy to be done with academic lessons the moment he became a Templar. The absence of learning had been a pleasant break for his mind, but he did have to admit he felt some guilt in abandoning any and all studies.
“So what were you looking for?” he asked.
“Hundreds of years ago, when the Void spread across the Realm, there were groups of humans that tried to switch sides.”
Raegn could feel his own face twist in disgust. “What? They tried to join the Void?”
“Yes,” Tera said with her hands waving for him to keep his voice down. “They couldn’t fight alongside the darkness, obviously, but they tried to help it spread. There are even some accounts of them opening portals in Elysium itself.”
“That’s insane,” he muttered.
“I know,” Tera agreed, “but I happened to read your account of what happened in Bastion…” she trailed off.
Raegn sensed that she was hesitant to broach the topic. He couldn’t blame her. He hadn’t spoken about it with anyone other than Kai and thankfully the islander had been more interested in learning how to fight the Void than what had actually occurred in Bastion. If he was to continue spending his time with Tera, though - and he fully intended to - conversations about his past were bound to happen.
“Tera, if you want to ask, just ask,” he said.
“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just that…well, I can tell it still hurts,” she murmured. Raegn gazed at her until she had the confidence to look him in the eye. He gave her a faint smile in the hopes that it would encourage her. “What were the portals like?” she asked. “How did they open, I mean? Did one of the creatures do it?”
“No.” Raegn fought off a wince as he remembered the sound of lightning cracking against the cave and the overwhelming hum of the ellipse expanding out of thin air. “I only saw one open. It was just an orb, a small ball of the abyss. Then it split open and grew into a large disc. They look flat no matter which side you see them from and it must take some force to cross through. All the Void sort of…struggle to push themselves into our world.”
He shook the memory from his vision and found Tera staring at him in wonder. It wasn’t really fair how soft her eyes could be when they were normally so stern. Their warmth drew a smile from his face. “Does that answer your question?”
Tera swallowed and set about organizing the books into a stack. “Yes, thank you.”
“Everything okay?”
“Sometimes it’s just hard for me to remember what you’ve gone through,” she said in a huff. “I joined the Order thinking I would help protect the Realm, but in reality the fight was so far away. Where you were.”
“Well, I’m glad you were here and not there,” Raegn said.
“I’m not so sure the fight isn’t here now, too, though. The reports I read make it seem like a Void Cult still exists in Elysium.”
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The group sat at the end of a long table in the Great Hall, its wood surface worn smooth and covered in stains from spilled ale. It was a late meal and most of the other Templar had already cleared the room and headed off to the baths or bed. A luxury, then, that they could talk openly. Tera had started the conversation as planned, but so far their friend had been reluctant to agree.
“No,” Nalani said. “I’m not going along with this little plot of yours, no matter how many times you bring it up.”
“Come on, Nal,” Tera pleaded. “Without your signature, we’d technically be breaking the code.”
“You’re dangerously close to breaking it anyway,” Nalani pointed out. “I knew I should’ve just eaten in the Crusader Wing. This is why we’re told not to mingle with the Templar! We just get harassed for favors!”
Raegn noted the single white stripe on the left sleeve of Nalani’s uniform. It was the most intricate attire that was provided and reserved for those who had achieved the Order’s highest tier. Light gray trousers were tailored to each individual’s size, a crisp dark-blue overcoat fit snugly over the torso, and a crimson sash divided the two. Nalani hadn’t passed the trial more than a full season ago, yet passing alone earned each Crusader the angled white line that divided the upper arm. Higher ranking Crusaders would wear two along with all of the Justicar, though the enforcers of the Light’s justice were rarely seen in a dress uniform. Still, Nalani now outranked the majority of the Order’s members and would soon have a legion of Templar at her command.
“Kai,” Tera urged, “a little help here?”
Kai looked up over his plate, pretending to be surprised. “Help? No, I couldn’t possibly use my personal relationship to sway a Crusader’s mind.”
Nalani shot the other islander an icy scowl, then turned to Raegn. “And you? Just going along with it because Tera told you to?”
Raegn hazarded a glance in Tera’s direction. She gave a subtle upward tilt of her head and thrust of her chin. He wasn’t sure why he bothered, she’d already told him what to say. “I think that the Order is flooded with reports,” he cautiously explained while bringing his gaze back to Nalani, “and many slip through the cracks. If a few Templar want to spend their night off better serving the Order by picking up an additional assignment then it doesn’t seem like it’d be any harm.”
Nalani rolled her eyes. “By the Seven, she’s got her hooks in you good, doesn’t she?”
Tera’s face flushed at the comment and she suddenly refused to look directly at him. The group sat in silence, Raegn looking to Tera now that their planned conversation had reached its end. Tera looked down at her hands clasped together beneath the table. Kai, bless him, sat at the end of the table chuckling to himself and stuffing mouthfuls of lamb steak in his mouth to muffle the sound.
“Fine. I’ll sign,” Nalani suddenly acquiesced. “But I’m going with you,” she added quickly. “Something tells me you would’ve kept prodding or just blackmailed some other Crusader anyway. At least this way I’ll be there to be the voice of reason when you inevitably get carried away and drag my name through the mud.”
Tera’s face flashed a smile and she leaned into Nalani to give the other girl a hug. “Thank you!” Tera said, then scurried around the table. Raegn was grabbed by the arm and hauled from the hall. “Come on, we’ve got planning to do!”
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Dulius stepped into his office. The moment the doors behind him closed he ripped the clasp from his cloak and flung the heavy garment across the room. Heavens damn those arrogant fools! How can they not see the danger in what they ask?!
His silent tantrum was interrupted by two loud raps at the door.
“What is it?!” he snapped.
A Templar timidly poked his head around the large barrier. “Crusader Crowmere, to see you, Highlord. And another. A…cook?”
“Crusader—?” Dulius broke his mind from the anger that clouded him and reminded himself that most of the Order was unaware of the existence of the Inquisitors. Letting the Order’s spies masquerade around as the other ranks offered them complete anonymity, but one of these days he was bound to slip and reveal an identity.
Dulius sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He’d had enough difficult conversations for one day. If Arnulf and Erkan were requesting an audience it could only mean another frustration—and he had little restraint left. The Council of Seven had already worn his patience thin.
He waved towards the Templar to signal permission for them to enter. He crossed the room and gathered his cloak from the floor just as the two crossed the threshold. His new guests were opposites in more ways than one. Arnulf stood tall as always, his hawkish nose and eyes towering above the stout Erkan who had his thick hands buried deep into the pockets of his apron.
“Highlord Orgeron.” Arnulf accentuated his greeting with a slight bow. Erkan remained upright. And silent.
“It’s not yet time for the incident report, Arnulf. Is this pressing?” Dulius asked.
“Somewhat, Highlord. I believe you will find the information of value.” Erkan chuckled, but Arnulf continued, unphased. “It does, however, have to do with your meeting with the Council of Seven.”
Dulius raised a brow. He’d walked straight from the Church back to his office in the Citadel. There was already news? “Alright, let’s hear it.”
Chief Inquisitor Crowmere stepped forward, assuming his usual position in front of the desk while Dulius took a seat behind it. Dulius noted that Erkan took up a chair in the back corner of the room, as far from the daylight beaming through the windows as he could be.
“An informant passed a small piece of news, Highlord. Upon your dismissal from the Council’s chambers they immediately set into motion plans for a reveal of the Angels.”
The bastards! Have they no restraint?! Dulius seethed beneath an icy stare. He’d acquiesced to numerous requests from the Council, all in the name of the Seven’s patience with the Ascended. The Seven believed that a reveal to the Realm would bring celebrations and wonder. Could they not see how it only played into the growing dread? The Angels were originally raised to combat the Void. Now a Shield City had fallen and they’d suddenly awakened. What else could it mean if not another war for existence?!
“What are they planning?” Dulius growled.
“Multiple events, it would seem. A presentation of the Angels within the Church which would surely fill the grounds was foremost among them. They also plan to petition King Melrose for use of the royal court. A large gala, it seems, is their intent. They believe a joining of the Church and royal family shows strength and unity within the Realm.”
“This is ridiculous!” Dulius snapped. Neither of the other two men in his office gave any reaction. Arnulf held his head high and Erkan continued to pick at his nails. “They’re not fully Ascended! Their safety is paramount and yet the Council wants to flaunt them for the world to see?!” Dulius huffed, then realized how loud he’d been and smoothed his doublet. “I tire of these political games. Unity is a lie, both in the Realm and between the Church and the Order. What are we doing about it, Arnulf?”
“I’ve already sent word to those Oracles faithful to us, Highlord. They will delay at every turn. I can also have some of my Inquisitors sabotage meetings, payments, and the slow the spread of information. All non-lethal and untraceable.”
“Good. See it done.”
“Of course, Highlord,” Arnulf said with a bow.
“Is this what the Inquisitors are reduced to?” Erkan scorned. “Forging documents and stealing from errand boys?”
Arnulf glanced to the side, but maintained his rigid posture. Erkan, having earned no response, flexed his brow and returned to his self-grooming.
“Will that be all, Highlord?” Arnulf asked.
“Yes, Arnulf. Thank you.” Dulius watched the Chief Inquisitor depart, his footsteps silent on the rugs. How does he do that? Dulius wondered. The carpets quieted footsteps, but the boards below should have creaked. Never for Arnulf, though. Erkan cleared his throat with a sharp cough.
“Yes?” Dulius asked.
“Ah, good. Thought you forgot about me.”
“Impossible,” Dulius muttered. “And do you have to tease him so?”
“Yes,” Erkan answered flatly.
“You could have been in his position, you know, if you hadn’t run off for all those years.” It was a reminder that Dulius brought up often, if only for the fact he wished for a friend to be his confidant. Not that he didn’t trust Arnulf, the man’s record was impeccable, but a personal relationship would make him feel slightly more at ease when he had outbursts that verged on words of treason.
Erkan sighed and heaved himself up. He sauntered across the room and plopped into one of the large chairs in front of Dulius’s desk. “I’m well aware. Part of the reason I left, in fact.”
“Are you ever going to tell me where you went?” Dulius asked. “What you did while you were gone?”
Erkan pulled his lips together in a thoughtful gaze. “No,” he said after a time.
“I’m just to forever accept that you disappear, causing who knows what ruckus around the Realm, and then reappear with an infant girl in your arms begging for shelter?” Erkan gave a blank stare, the signal that this part of the conversation was over. “Fine,” Dulius said, exasperated. “Are you here to harass me about my health again?”
“No, but I wouldn’t pester you about it at all if you’d eat more than one full meal every three days, Oggie. My cooking is far better than whatever slop you ate prior to my return.”
“I’m fine,” Dulius grumbled.
“Course you are. You’re the Highlord. Nothing’s ever killed a Highlord before.”
“Enough, Erkan.” Dulius set aside the inkwell on his desk. If this was to be another frustrating conversation he wouldn’t want to spill it if his patience ran out again. “Why are you here? Is there some gossip in the kitchens worthy of my ear?”
“Plenty of gossip, but I imagine Crowbags fills your head with that drivel each day,” Erkan said. “I only want to talk about the punishment you gave me.”
“Punishment?”
“The lordling that graces me with his presence each day,” Erkan explained.
Dulius leaned back in his chair. The cook wanted to talk about Raegn? What, another body in his small kitchen was a nuisance? “I’d heard you’d come to appreciate his help.”
“Crowbags tell you that?” Erkan said with a single brow raised. “Hear what you like. I saw him talking to one of your Angels a few nights back.”
Dulius sighed. “The Angels agreed to stay within the Citadel grounds and try to avoid contact with anyone. I can hardly imprison them. They were bound to talk to some of our members at some point.”
“So you have no concern?” Erkan asked incredulously.
Dulius’s eyes narrowed. “Why would I?”
“I read the same reports you did.” Dulius opened his mouth to object to Erkan’s rummaging through restricted documents, but thought better of it. He could do little to stop the man, anyway. Erkan continued without any indication he thought his actions inappropriate. “I distinctly remember the conviction with which Arnulf wrote about Lord Edelgard’s testimony before the Council.”
“You’re talking about when he met Camael?” Dulius clarified.
“‘Appears to harbor a deep disdain and hatred for the Divine entity’, I believe the words were.”
Dulius let another sigh slip through his lips. “You think Raegn would try to harm one of the Angels?”
“You just told your Chief Inquisitor their safety is paramount. You have someone who has openly expressed a certain contempt for their kind.”
“And what would you have me do? Restrict the Angels to the manor? Excommunicate Templar Edelgard?”
“Neither—yet.” Erkan leaned forward and held Dulius’s gaze. “I only bring it up as an example—to help you see more.”
“More of what?”
“It’s coming, Dulius,” the stout cook said, rising to leave. “You can feel it. I know you can. The only question is when. Tomorrow? Next year? The next lifetime? Day-by-day the Realm grows closer to its doom. Whatever you do, it will come. Maybe we win, maybe we don’t. I’d prefer us to at least have the chance, though, and we have to be alive for that to happen. Don’t miss the pawns moving beneath your nose, or we’ll lose before we can even try.”
“I feel that our Templar legions have reinforced Bulwark,” Dulius replied coldly. “I feel that the Angels have yet to learn their purpose in this era. You’re not a doomsayer, Erkan. And you’ve always hated prophecies, so forgive me when I don’t believe you when you give one.”
The cook paused halfway to the door. “What’s coming isn’t a prophecy, Oggie. And we’re not ready.”
Dulius sat at his desk and stewed on the words while one of the Templar pulled the door closed from the outside. Regardless of what Erkan said, he refused to believe that Raegn would attempt to harm an Angel. For one, the young lord would lose in a straight fight—horribly so. Plus, the boy had dedicated his life to fighting the Void. He would never deliberately sabotage that cause.
No, there was some other reason Erkan brought it up. Dulius had spoken true—he was not fully convinced that another Void War was upon them, but he could simultaneously admit that all signs were pointing that way. So who else besides Raegn moved beneath his oversight? The Inquisitors saw all and Arnulf never failed to report on all levels of matters. Dulius cursed under his breath. Whatever it was, it could wait just awhile longer. He rose and refastened his cloak around his shoulders. There was one more event to attend to on this day. One that he could not miss.
The title of Highlord came with much responsibility. It may have seemed a noble endeavor to him once, but no longer. Dulius took the long walk to the Hall of the Fallen, reminding himself that each choice he made, no matter how simple, was paid for not by him but by his people.

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“What’s all this?” Raegn asked as the group exited the Great Hall and stumbled into a mass of people all moving in the same direction. Initiates, Templar, and Crusaders alike mixed as they slowly made their way southward down the pebbled path.
“They’re headed to the Hall of the Fallen,” Nalani said quietly.
Raegn caught the islander woman bow her head and whisper a quick prayer. The group watched the procession for a time and even caught the Highlord among the crowd. Dulius Orgeron stood out not only for the deep blue cloak he wore over pieces of silver and gold armor, but by his size as well. The man was nearly a full head taller than those around him and looked every bit the imposing leader of the Order.
“Someone important?” Kai asked, noting their leader’s presence.
“You haven’t heard?” Tera and Nalani spoke at the same time, then shared a reserved smile.
So alike, Raegn thought. Were he and Kai that similar? He was thankful his friend had asked, though. Raegn hadn’t heard either, but being the one to admit to it would only open oneself to scorn. A fact he would love to admonish the girls for. He and Kai spent their time training, not gossiping.
“We clearly haven’t,” Kai scolded.
Yep. Very alike, Raegn chuckled to himself, careful to hide his amusement from the faces of the solemn crowd making its way towards the southern portion of the Citadel grounds.
“One of the Justicar died. Rumors say it was an Angel that killed him,” Tera explained.
Raegn’s face twisted into a pondering scowl. The idea of it made no sense. A Justicar and an Angel were both pure representations of the Light. They shared the same cause, so how would they end up fighting? “Where’d you hear these rumors?” he questioned.
“Around,” Tera said idly. “People talk at shift changes, in the dining halls, the training grounds. Light, you work in the kitchens Raegn. All the Initiates do is gossip down there. Don’t you listen to it?”
“No,” he said curtly. “Half of it is lies only said to make the mundane sound interesting.”
Kai nodded in agreement, but Nalani shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said. “There have been whispers within the Crusader ranks about the same. Apparently this Justicar wasn’t the first, either. They even went so far as to call her the Angel of Death.”
“Her?” Kai gave a puzzled look.
“Is that a surprise to you?” Nalani asked incredulously. “What, all Angels have to be muscle-bound warriors covered in ornate armor?”
Kai muttered a quiet disagreement.
“Well, some of the old stories do say that they forgot their humanity. It was one of the sacrifices they made for the power to defeat the Void,” Tera offered.
“That’s ridiculous,” Kai shot back. “They were chosen because they were the best humanity had to offer. Plus, the Angels don’t speak to anyone that isn’t directly appointed by the Highlord. How would anyone know anything if they can’t even talk to them?”
“I’m not so sure about that,” Raegn said, earning him several questioning stares. “What?” he asked in an attempt to fend them off. “I’ve met two Divine entities now. Camael certainly didn’t seem to have any humanity and the second talked to me without any reservation. That disproves both of your points.”
Kai huffed, but couldn’t pinpoint a counter argument.
“You talked to one of the Angels?” Tera asked. “Which one? And when?”
“I don’t know which one,” Raegn said, “but it was a few days ago. She had blonde hair. Then a brunette one came and led her away.”
“Ever a hit with the ladies, eh?” Kai teased. “Better watch out, Tera—Angel’s gonna steal your man.”
Tera’s face set into a deep pout and Nalani put a backhanded slap into Kai’s chest.

###

The days rolled by and each brought crisper wind from the north. Raegn’s time in the kitchens ended without fanfare and each morning after he longed for the added warmth of the ovens and the fresh smell of breakfast. Instead, he spent each dawn patrolling the still-bustling streets of Elysium or shivering while standing guard at the Citadel’s bridge or the gates of the Church. Luckily, his friends were able to secure matching shifts. In the afternoons he continued to spar and exercise with Kai and they were even graced with a few rare appearances from Nalani. In the evenings Tera joined them for dinner and games of cards until late into the night.
The temperamental girl was surprisingly good. Tera’s cold gaze was impossible to read and she bluffed and bet better than any tavern patron could ever hope to. Raegn and Kai had lost an entire shifts pay to her on more than one occasion, though she never accepted the winnings. Raegn asked multiple times if she ever wanted to train with them in the afternoons, but Tera admitted that she had no desire to. More shocking was that she was spending that time in the library at the Church, a fact that Raegn discovered when he was fulfilling a favor for another Templar in exchange for saving some desserts.
Tera sat there, studiously bent over a series of books while seated at a worn table under one of the numerous stained glass windows. The colored sunlight shone upon her otherwise plain Templar outfit and gave her a captivating beauty. A strand of hair fell from her ear and she brushed it back without a thought before turning another page. Always with that hair coming loose. Raegn smiled at the thought. If it were longer it might stay in place better, but the shorter length fit Tera’s oval face. He passed off the bundle of scrolls he’d been asked to bring to an Oracle and wandered over to her table.
“Studying something?” he asked.
She apparently hadn’t noticed his arrival and jumped at the sound of his voice. “Oh!” she exclaimed and brought a startled hand to her chest. “Don’t sneak up on me!”
Raegn chuckled and took a seat next to her. “I wouldn’t call the way I walked across the middle of the library sneaking, but I’ll keep it in mind for next time.”
Tera shot him a small glare out of the corner of her eye before returning to her book. Whatever she was reading must have required a good bit of focus. The thought occurred to him that he might be a tad jealous she was paying the worn pages more attention, but the way the corners of her mouth pulled together in subtle mouthings of the words as she focused was too pleasant a scene for him to feel the envy.
Instead of interrupting, he scanned the titles of the other texts while he waited for her to reach a stopping point. A Study on Criminal Organizations, History of Cults, Investigations into the Occult, Irregular Combat Tactics, Logistics of Maintaining an Army, and several dozen scrolls of reports from Templar patrols lay strewn about the table. Raegn frowned. These were heavy topics. And quite dry, judging by the size of the things, he mused. Stories of legend were never more than a few dozen pages. Only academic works with all their complex words and mind-numbing explanations of mundane topics would comprise the thousands of pages stacked on the table.
Tera gave a soft sigh and earmarked a page before closing the book in front of her. “What are you doing here?” she asked as she laid the book atop several others.
“Just dropping off some reports to be archived,” Raegn replied. “Is this where you spend your afternoons?”
“Not always, but lately,” Tera admitted.
“Why?”
Tera scanned the library, then leaned in toward him and spoke quietly. “Something caught my eye when I was collecting the patrol reports a few nights ago. I can’t remember what it was exactly, but with all the rumors of a coming Void War I remembered something I’d learned in a history class I took a few years ago.”
Raegn shook his head slightly and rubbed his jaw. Ulrich had always been around to teach him before, even when he was training to fight. He’d been more than happy to be done with academic lessons the moment he became a Templar. The absence of learning had been a pleasant break for his mind, but he did have to admit he felt some guilt in abandoning any and all studies.
“So what were you looking for?” he asked.
“Hundreds of years ago, when the Void spread across the Realm, there were groups of humans that tried to switch sides.”
Raegn could feel his own face twist in disgust. “What? They tried to join the Void?”
“Yes,” Tera said with her hands waving for him to keep his voice down. “They couldn’t fight alongside the darkness, obviously, but they tried to help it spread. There are even some accounts of them opening portals in Elysium itself.”
“That’s insane,” he muttered.
“I know,” Tera agreed, “but I happened to read your account of what happened in Bastion…” she trailed off.
Raegn sensed that she was hesitant to broach the topic. He couldn’t blame her. He hadn’t spoken about it with anyone other than Kai and thankfully the islander had been more interested in learning how to fight the Void than what had actually occurred in Bastion. If he was to continue spending his time with Tera, though - and he fully intended to - conversations about his past were bound to happen.
“Tera, if you want to ask, just ask,” he said.
“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just that…well, I can tell it still hurts,” she murmured. Raegn gazed at her until she had the confidence to look him in the eye. He gave her a faint smile in the hopes that it would encourage her. “What were the portals like?” she asked. “How did they open, I mean? Did one of the creatures do it?”
“No.” Raegn fought off a wince as he remembered the sound of lightning cracking against the cave and the overwhelming hum of the ellipse expanding out of thin air. “I only saw one open. It was just an orb, a small ball of the abyss. Then it split open and grew into a large disc. They look flat no matter which side you see them from and it must take some force to cross through. All the Void sort of…struggle to push themselves into our world.”
He shook the memory from his vision and found Tera staring at him in wonder. It wasn’t really fair how soft her eyes could be when they were normally so stern. Their warmth drew a smile from his face. “Does that answer your question?”
Tera swallowed and set about organizing the books into a stack. “Yes, thank you.”
“Everything okay?”
“Sometimes it’s just hard for me to remember what you’ve gone through,” she said in a huff. “I joined the Order thinking I would help protect the Realm, but in reality the fight was so far away. Where you were.”
“Well, I’m glad you were here and not there,” Raegn said.
“I’m not so sure the fight isn’t here now, too, though. The reports I read make it seem like a Void Cult still exists in Elysium.”

###

The group sat at the end of a long table in the Great Hall, its wood surface worn smooth and covered in stains from spilled ale. It was a late meal and most of the other Templar had already cleared the room and headed off to the baths or bed. A luxury, then, that they could talk openly. Tera had started the conversation as planned, but so far their friend had been reluctant to agree.
“No,” Nalani said. “I’m not going along with this little plot of yours, no matter how many times you bring it up.”
“Come on, Nal,” Tera pleaded. “Without your signature, we’d technically be breaking the code.”
“You’re dangerously close to breaking it anyway,” Nalani pointed out. “I knew I should’ve just eaten in the Crusader Wing. This is why we’re told not to mingle with the Templar! We just get harassed for favors!”
Raegn noted the single white stripe on the left sleeve of Nalani’s uniform. It was the most intricate attire that was provided and reserved for those who had achieved the Order’s highest tier. Light gray trousers were tailored to each individual’s size, a crisp dark-blue overcoat fit snugly over the torso, and a crimson sash divided the two. Nalani hadn’t passed the trial more than a full season ago, yet passing alone earned each Crusader the angled white line that divided the upper arm. Higher ranking Crusaders would wear two along with all of the Justicar, though the enforcers of the Light’s justice were rarely seen in a dress uniform. Still, Nalani now outranked the majority of the Order’s members and would soon have a legion of Templar at her command.
“Kai,” Tera urged, “a little help here?”
Kai looked up over his plate, pretending to be surprised. “Help? No, I couldn’t possibly use my personal relationship to sway a Crusader’s mind.”
Nalani shot the other islander an icy scowl, then turned to Raegn. “And you? Just going along with it because Tera told you to?”
Raegn hazarded a glance in Tera’s direction. She gave a subtle upward tilt of her head and thrust of her chin. He wasn’t sure why he bothered, she’d already told him what to say. “I think that the Order is flooded with reports,” he cautiously explained while bringing his gaze back to Nalani, “and many slip through the cracks. If a few Templar want to spend their night off better serving the Order by picking up an additional assignment then it doesn’t seem like it’d be any harm.”
Nalani rolled her eyes. “By the Seven, she’s got her hooks in you good, doesn’t she?”
Tera’s face flushed at the comment and she suddenly refused to look directly at him. The group sat in silence, Raegn looking to Tera now that their planned conversation had reached its end. Tera looked down at her hands clasped together beneath the table. Kai, bless him, sat at the end of the table chuckling to himself and stuffing mouthfuls of lamb steak in his mouth to muffle the sound.
“Fine. I’ll sign,” Nalani suddenly acquiesced. “But I’m going with you,” she added quickly. “Something tells me you would’ve kept prodding or just blackmailed some other Crusader anyway. At least this way I’ll be there to be the voice of reason when you inevitably get carried away and drag my name through the mud.”
Tera’s face flashed a smile and she leaned into Nalani to give the other girl a hug. “Thank you!” Tera said, then scurried around the table. Raegn was grabbed by the arm and hauled from the hall. “Come on, we’ve got planning to do!”
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2020.09.21 01:14 LeonSchuring93 Very extended weapon non-VATS DPS combat formula, including a list of the best top in-game weapons in order!

So because I wanted to know what the non-VATS DPS (including the average crit chance and reload time) is of all weapons, I made part of this list a long while ago on a Google Document. I just got the idea to complete and share this list due to a comment I just received on another post: https://www.reddit.com/fo3/comments/ivzxg3/share_your_fallout_3_100_completion_stats_here_is/
The Fallout Wiki does give an extended DPS combat formula, but that list is not all too accurate (and well-ordered in my opinion): https://fallout.fandom.com/wiki/Fallout_3_combat
So first I´ll share how I calculated mine: ((Base Damage + xeno, pyro, Superior Defender) x projectiles x attacks per second) + (Crit damage x Better Criticals x projectiles x critical chance (standard is 10% since Luck = 10) + 5% (Finesse) = 15% (so f.e. 2x therefore is 2 x 15% = 30%) x attacks per second) x (ammo cap. / (attacks/sec x ammo/shot)) / ((ammo cap. / (attacks/sec x ammo/shot)) + reload time).
The slightly more comprehensible formula is as follows: ((Base Damage + 3 perks x projectiles) x attacks per second) + (Crit damage x Better Criticals x projectiles x crit chance including Finesse x attacks per second) x (clip size / (attacks per second x ammo/shot)) / (clip size / ((attacks per second x ammo/shot)) + reload time).
So basically, I´m simply adding the total base damage to the total average crit damage, and then calculating those damages by a certain second period, including the reloading part (or in other words, the time spent shooting rather than reloading).
Luckily, the Fallout Wiki indeed already displayed most of these numbers per weapon page, but the end results were still very incomprehensible, including the long list of the link I gave above. The in-game pip-boy damage is also pretty misleading, because that formula is way less comprehensive.
From now on, the only important part is the perks I included in the non-VATS damage formula, since there are many ways to do so. I decided to calculate the end-game DPS, on a character with 10 Luck after taking the Almost Perfect perk plus the Bobblehead thereafter. I left the parts of the calculation in my end results so others are free to check it. I included some perks and excluded others. I also included certain DLC perks, so be wary of that! The perks I included in the list are:
Perhaps the only possible flaws in the formula are the following:
Perks I excluded (and my motivation for it) are:
So without further ado, here comes the ultimate weapon DPS list in descending order (I rounded some numbers in the list to preserve space, even though I did NOT in the calculation). Also, I´m Dutch so the difference of comma´s and points may be a bit confusing:
I didn´t list EVERY weapon here, most of the time I only put in the strongest variation (Drone Cannon Ex-B rather than the regular since it´s more accurate). Probably may have missed a few, but I´m sure I got the strongest versions which are most important anyway.
Feel free to share mistakes I made, save this post, share it or even copypaste this somewhere else! Would be bit nice though for me just to receive a bit of credit!
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2020.09.21 00:02 jordidipo2324 Blessed by an Egyptian God in Another World?

You're getting Isekai'd, but a group of gods is interested on your soul. You may recognize some of them as Anubis and Horus, since ancient egyptians saw them in dreams and inspired their mythology, so these gods decided to take those new names and attributes, as well making you reincarnate in a world similar to Ancient Egypt full of Pyramids, Pharaohs and Magic.
Now choose an Egyptian God and be blessed in the form of a new body with superhuman potential (Making me an athletic looking young man), the ability to understand that world's languages and an up to two special powers related to that deity. For example, being blessed by Osiris would make you a Necromancer, able to revive those weaker than you into faithful undead minions. However, you cannot pick powers that alter time or reality, as that is within the realm of the gods, also powers that make fictional elements real are forbidden (Sorry for those trying to summon their waifus).
As for myself, I'll pick Babi), a Baboon God tied to Virility and the Underworld, having the powers of...
Were-Baboon: I can transform into a half-man, half-baboon creature with a superhuman physique, heigthened senses and powerful fangs. However, the more time I remain transformed, the more savage I become and eventually succumb to my animal instincts (Usually after 10 minutes post transformation).
Friendship of the Dead: Being tied to the Underworld, any creature related to that realm will see me as an ally. This ability affects Undead, Ghosts and Demons, so even if ending up in the bad zone of the Underworld, the creatures there will not harm me.
So, which god did you picked? What two powers do you obtained?
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2020.09.20 23:59 Fluffy-Speaker-2372 Cuz you guys helped

Thanks everyone, this’s my final draft. Enjoy and feel free to give feedback.
The Art of Philosophy; Persuaded by Charm To interpret a particular TV show or an episode, one's would have to be familiar with a specific-basics manner of analysis. Additionally, those basics differ among certain elements, such as plots, characters, settings, and opinions. All of which are vital to comprehend the writers' messages adequately (Prezi How to analyze a TV series). For this assignment, at first, it was puzzling about how to convey the prospect when it comes to analyzing a visual context. Spontaneously, as a writer who recognized that he is an exemplar of an enthusiast-audience. This means, similar to most enthusiasts, we treasure excellence. Subsequently, and after comprehensive research, these are the following results; absolute of what we watch on TV, commercials, and programs are not what we assume we are watching. Nonetheless, this is not the locus of the essay. The focus is to analyze, not criticize. Further, whenever we associate the concept of art, we principally insinuate that a fascinating form of beauty is within the narrative, the creators' included. Hence, the title. Suits falls predominantly into the genre of reality TV drama-comedy. In a nutshell, the show includes Mike Ross (the side-kick of Harvey Specter), which he ran from a drug deal gone bad, as well as being an intelligent university dropout. Due to that instance, he finds himself working for Specter, one of New York City's best law firms and defense attorneys. Harvey was impressed with Mike's extraordinary skills, which reminded him of a younger version of him, keep in mind that Ross did not have a degree in law or otherwise (Suits Season One). Furthermore, out of all these shows/episodes, High Noon episode from Suits stands out solely for Mike's signed affidavit timeliness, which he signed under his name when Kemp refused to sign it. Kemp is an attorney who had leverage over Specter from a previous case (Suits Season Two). High Noon episode was aired as of the second season and the tenth episode of Suits and the 22nd overall. It first aired on August 23, 2012 (IMDb "Suits" High Noon). The episode as well shows Specter's reliance. Smoking weed is not a wise preference, yet, because of that, Harvey and Ross, after both of their "munchies" normalized, they suggested to visit the firm. However, when they got to the firm, Harvey decides to disclose the secret behind the can opener and Mike's thumbtacks. Though, the pair find Louis rummaging through Harvey's office. Harvey nearly punches Louis before Mike stops him (Suits.Fandom High Noon). Out of paranoia, Ross goes through the office's files, assuming that Louis may have planted something to eliminate him. Mike's then suggests to plant something in Hardman's office to eliminate him, Hardman is the co-founder of Pearson Hardman, as well, since Hardman would not pause to do the same, and Harvey realizes the Coastal Motors memo was planted by Hardman to oust him (Suits Season One). After Edith Ross's death, Mike's grandmother, Rachel, Mike's future wife, during season three, sprang her love affair with him, as a psychological trickle effect, which connect the dots with The High Noon Episode. Then, Rachel was not attracted to Ross, which explains Mike's returns to his childhood girlfriend, Tess—not knowing that she is married at the time. Except that he breaks it off as soon as he learned about the news by asking her to leave. After the funeral, at work, Mike went ahead and kissed Rachel. Only to be stopped by her. She felt guilty of taking advantage of his vulnerability by thoughtfully explaining that intelligent personalities do not execute the brightest decisions when they experience a loss. Eventually, Mike invites Tess to his place despite her being married. Their sex session was interrupted by the arrival of Rachel. Oblivious of the situation, she declares that she does not wish to be smart and wants to be with him, but she sees Tess wrapped in his bedsheet (Suits Season Two). "Loyalty is a two-way street. If I am asking for it from you, then you are getting it from me" (Specter Season Four). This quote sums up most of Harvey Specter's personality in Suits, which is viewed as a smooth, confident, seldom domineering man. Harvey does not apologize for who he is. Additionally, in the First Episode of Suits, he says: "People respond to how we are dressed, so like it or not, this is what you have to do." To some extent, his statement is true, whether we desire that or not—as he said. Notwithstanding, appearance without a substance is fruitless, not the case for Specter, however. To summarize, comparable to all fictional characters/shows, Suits was thriving about keeping the audience yearning for more continuously. They perfected the art of persuasion of the actors at the end of most episodes. Of course, that would not be realistic in real life. One primary reason is the jury selection process. Alternatively, "voir dire," which is Latin for "to speak the truth" (Streicker Jury Selection in Criminal Cases). It fundamentally relies on both parties, the judicial branch and lawyers for both sides, to ask possible jurors questions to decide if they are qualified and suitable to serve in the case. Finally, like John Oliver, from Last Week Tonight, discussed in his episode titled "Juries", the legislative system includes numerous circumstances and variations. For example, reading depositions, cross-examining wittiness, and tunnel-visioning on the "voir dire" concept. All of that relates to the Specter's philosophy, no matter what, always settle. Due to the simple fact, one's cannot foresee the juries' verdict. Still, charming an individual or an identity is much more candid than trying to convince an up to twelve individuals. It reminds us of what he usually says: "I do not play the odds; I play the man." (Specter Season Two).
Work Cited: Prezi, Prezi. “How to Analyze a TV Series.” Prezi.com, 30 Sept. 2016, prezi.com/_olwzyjr4yuo/how-to-analyze-a-tv-series/?fallback=1. IMDb, IMDb. “Suits.” IMDb, IMDb.com, 2011, www.imdb.com/title/tt1632701/episodes?season=1. Suits.Fandom, .com. “High Noon.” Suits Wiki, 0AD, suits.fandom.com/wiki/High_Noon. Streicker, Sherilyn. “Jury Selection in Criminal Cases.” Www.nolo.com, Nolo, 20 June 2019, www.nolo.com/legal-encyclopedia/jury-selection-criminal-cases.html.
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2020.09.20 22:47 StevenStevens43 Fergus I, first king of Scots

Fergus I, first king of Scots
Fergus I:
According to Scottish gaelic historian George Buchanan, Fergus I was the first king of Scots in around 330 BC.
Scholars and historians appear to misinterpret this with Buchanan saying fergus was the first king of Scotland.
But king of Scots, is not the same thing as King of Scotland.
Fergus I)
King Fergus I (said to have flourished c. 330 B.C.),[1]#cite_note-1) is generally identified as the son of Ferchard, Prince of Scots in Ireland and is the first of the line of Legendary kings of Scotland.
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George Buchanan
Fiacha:
Now, according to Irish legend, this boy would have been Fiacha, the son of Oengus Tuirmech Temrach, who exiled his son from Ireland.
By todays standards, Oengus Tuirmech Temrach would be considered a child molesterer, as legends attribute him to raping his own daughter whilst drunk, and this is how Fiach was born.
Also, the date would be sometime between 262-232 BC, according to Keating's.
It is the dates given by Keatings that i find most accurate with contemporary history, as shown elsewhere in previous articles.
Oengus Tuirmech Temrach
Óengus is said to have fathered Fíacha on his own daughter when drunk, and to have put him in a boat, wrapped in a purple robe with a golden fringe and accompanied by treasure, and set him out to sea – hence the epithet fer mara, "man of the sea". He was found and brought up by fishermen, and became the ancestor of several High Kings of Ireland and the later Dál Riata monarchs of Scotland. The Lebor Gabála Érenn interprets his epithet as meaning "the reckoner of Tara", saying that "by him was 'reckoning' first made in Ireland".[2] Geoffrey Keating gives his epithet as Tuirbeach, "ashamed", because of the incestuous conception of Fíacha.[3]
He reigned for thirty or sixty years, and died at Tara, succeeded by his nephew Conall Collamrach. The Lebor Gabála synchronises his reign with that of Ptolemy VI Philometor in Egypt (180–145 BC). The chronology of Keating's Foras Feasa ar Éirinn dates his reign to 262–232 BC,
Dal riata:
However, as you may have noticed above, Irish legend does not attribute Fiacha to having become king of Scotland, but merely the king of the kingdom that would later become Dal Riata, and then eventually Scotland.
Oengus
He was found and brought up by fishermen, and became the ancestor of several High Kings of Ireland and the later Dál Riata monarchs of Scotland.
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Dal Riata
Kingdom of Alba:
However, the fact that the Dal Riata became the kingdom of Scotland, is just to make it easier for the modern Latin speaker to understand.
In actual fact, Dal riata merged with the kingdom of Alba, before a unified Alba and Dal riata would become Scotland.
Dal Riata
Dál Riata or Dál Riada (also Dalriada) (/dælˈriːədə/) was a Gaelic kingdom that encompassed the western seaboard of Scotland and the north-eastern corner of Ireland, on each side of the North Channel). At its height in the 6th and 7th centuries, it covered what is now Argyll ("Coast of the Gaels") in Scotland and part of County Antrim in Northern Ireland.[1] After a period of expansion, Dál Riata eventually became associated with the Gaelic Kingdom of Alba.
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The purple robe, gold fringe, and deep blue sea
Alba:
Alba, is a kingdom which derives from the etymological root word "Albany", which was the name of the Island of britain, prior to the Roman invasion, when Albion/Britain, got pushed to North of Hadrians wall by the Romans.
After this period, Alba pertained only to the land North of Hadrians wall.
Etymology
The oldest attestation of the toponym comes from the Greek language (Ἀλβίων)[6] and Latinised as Albiōn (genitive Albionis), derives from the Proto-Celtic nasal stem \Albi̯iū* (oblique \Albiion-) and survived in Old Irish as *Albu (genitive Albann). The name originally referred to Britain as a whole, but was later restricted to Caledonia (giving the modern Scottish Gaelic name for Scotland, Alba).
Picts and Albannachs:
Now, apparently the Dal Riata were merging with Scots already in Albany.
Therefore it is a myth that Scots were solely Irish.
The Scots likely arrived an Angus back when Oengus Olmucaid was said to have invaded Scotland back in the year 1000 BC approximately.
Around the same time as all the other Scandinvians likely landed on the shores of Britain and Ireland.
Also, apparently, they were here to help fight the Picts and the Britons.
But as there were no such thing as Britains at this point in history, they were more likely here to help fight Albannachs, from North of the Humber.
As well as Picts.
Fergus I)
The "first king of Scotland", according to the fictitious chronologies of Boece and Buchanan, is said to have come to Scotland from Ireland about 330 B.C. to assist the Scots already settled in Scotland against the joint attack of the Picts and Britons).
Picts:
Now, we already know who the Albannachs likely are, they are the peoples that have been living in Albany North of the Humber since around 1112 BC, and are likely the exact same peoples that have been living in Loegria, south of the Humber, since 1112 BC.
But who are the Picts?
Well, the Picts are probably a peoples that got pushed farther and farther North by Albannachs, until they ended up living in a kingdom north of the Forth and Clyde.
So pretty much the Scottish highlands.
Therefore, we likely actually had six countries in Albion.
Cornwall, Loegria, Cambria, Nort Humber Land, Albany, and a kingdom that nobody recognised, Pictland.
Picts
The Picts were a group of Celtic-speaking peoples who lived in what is today eastern and northern Scotland during the Late British Iron Age and Early Medieval periods. Where they lived and what their culture was like can be inferred from early medieval texts and Pictish stones. Their Latin name, Picti, appears in written records from Late Antiquity to the 10th century. They lived to the north of the rivers Forth and Clyde.
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Pictland
Old Brythonic:
Now, there was a few differences though, between Picts and Albannachs.
Language for one.
Caledonians
t[2] augmented by fugitive Brythonic) resistance fighters fleeing from Britannia. This is, however, contested by the fact, that according to the book "Life of Saint Columba", the Irish emissary needed an interpreter in order to speak to the Pictish king or convert certain individual in their kingdom. The Caledonian tribe
Common Brythonic:
The fact that one "Brythonic speaker" required an interpretor to speak to another brythonic speaker, probably has to do with the fact that the Picts are likely indigenous to the Island of Albion, and pre-dated any invasions from Gaul or Scandinavia in 1112 BC, and they likely spoke a Brythonic language which was older, than any Brythonic language the Irish were using at this point in time in history.
In fact, they were probably speaking a language which pre-dated the word "Brythonic", and dated back to the days when Britain was called Albion, and is unlikely Albannachs would have named thir language Brythonic.
Common brythonic
Common Brittonic (Old English: Brytisċ; Welsh: Brythoneg; Cornish: Brythonek; Breton: Predeneg) was a Celtic language spoken in Britain and Brittany. It is also variously known as Old Brittonic, British, and Common or Old Brythonic.
It is a form of Insular Celtic, descended from Proto-Celtic (P-Celtic), a theorized parent tongue that, by the first half of the first millennium BC, was diverging) into separate dialects or languages.[2][3][4][5] Pictish is linked and likely as a sister language or a fifth branch.[6]
Tattooed people:
Also, the picts did not refer to themselves as Picts.
This was the Roman word to describe them, and the word meant "Tattooed people".
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Picts
Region:
The Picts themselves would have likely just referred to themselves based upon whatever area or region they are from.
History
Pictland had previously been described by Roman writers and geographers as the home of the Caledonii.[15] These Romans also used other names to refer to tribes living in that area, including Verturiones, Taexali and Venicones.[16] But they may have heard these other names only second- or third-hand, from speakers of Brittonic or Gaulish languages, who may have used different names for the same group or groups.[17]
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Regions
Bede:
Now, Bede, the English historian, writes that Picts originated from foreign lands such as Scythia.
However this is contested by Scholars and Historians.
History
The Pictish Chronicle, the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle and the early historiographers such as Bede, Geoffrey of Monmouth, Holinshed, etc. all present the Picts as conquerors of Alba from Scythia. However, no credence is now given to that view.[14]
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Bede
Octavius:
Now, the fact that modern day English professors and scholars have difficulty believing that Picts could have frequented other countries aswell, likely goes back to the first ever Roman emperor, Octavius.
You see, Octavius changed his name to Augustus to "hide" his plebe genes.
Augustus
Upon his adoption, Octavius assumed his great-uncle's name Gaius Julius Caesar. Roman citizens adopted into a new family usually retained their old nomen in cognomen form (e.g., Octavianus for one who had been an Octavius, Aemilianus for one who had been an Aemilius, etc.). However, though some of his contemporaries did,[34] there is no evidence that Octavius ever himself officially used the name Octavianus, as it would have made his modest origins too obvious.[35]
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Octavius/Augustus
Alban Hills:
You see, the history that modern day English professors and scholars are using, is quite simply the same rhetoric that was being spread by the Romans to cover up Augustus Genes, which they felt was an embarrasment to them.
Origin
The Octavii originally came from the Volscian town of Velitrae, in the Alban Hills. The historian Suetonius writes,
Alba longa:
Now the peoples in the Alban hills, were the peoples from Alba longa, and they were the barbaric plebes that the Romans had conquered, so their first emperor having Genes that came from Alba longa, was pretty embarrassing.
Alba longa
Alba Longa (occasionally written Albalonga in Italian sources) was an ancient Latin) city in Central Italy, 12 miles (19 km) southeast of Rome, in the Alban Hills. Founder and head of the Latin League, it was destroyed by the Roman Kingdom around the middle of the 7th century BC, and its inhabitants were forced to settle in Rome.
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Lake Albano
Tam o Shanter:
Now, the main thing that made him stand out as a plebe from Alba longa, was the fact that he had red hair.
Branches and cognomena
During the Republic, none of the Octavii of this family bore any cognomen other than Rufus, and even this is rarely mentioned. The surname, which means "red," may have been obtained by one of the Octavii because he had red hair.[7][
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The Tam o Shanter
Red haired people:
Now, whilst many people might like to think that red hair is just something that can pop up anywhere, in actual fact, this is not quite the case.
You see, if someone has red hair, it is because they very likely have some pictish genes, as the Picts were red heads.
History
In AD 83 or 84, led by Calgacus, the Caledonians' defeat at the hands of Gnaeus Julius Agricola at Mons Graupius is recorded by Tacitus. Tacitus avoids using terms such as king to describe Calgacus and it is uncertain as to whether the Caledonians had single leaders or whether they were more disparate and that Calgacus was an elected war leader only. Tacitus records the physical characteristics of the Caledonians as red hair and long limbs.
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Red haired people chasing Greeks in Greece, 340 BC
Summary:
So whilst it may be correct that Picts were here before any invasions from Scythia, Bede would also be correct that there were Picts elsewhere, that almost definitely took refuge on Albion shores, amongst their fellow picts.
Also, how reliable is British history from Greeks or Italians?
Here is a map of Britain according to Ptolemy.
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Ptolemy map of Britain
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2020.09.20 22:39 Tyroge "Commissioner" Gordon

My first thought when I saw Hayward's stache.)
I know, coming from a Jazz fan it might seem strange to see anything but snark towards the man, but I really just thought y'all might enjoy this connection, haha. Good luck to you guys. And who knows - maybe "the Joker" and "the Commissioner" will meet up in the finals this year?
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2020.09.20 22:27 unseenshadow2 [Humanity Fucks You] #12: A Study of Gifts and Their Causes

Hello HFY, the next in my series of what happens when humanity's special gift in the stars is to have children with whoever they damn well please. As with the prior 11, I welcome constructive criticism.
I have a small, kind of plan for the next couple of stories, but if you have ideas, throw them out into the comments. I do try to be engaging.
As always, all you humans and mixed breeds: Keep those comments exciting!
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Post Writing Author's Note

Some of the content of this one might feel a little weird, I got halfway through writing up the story and realized that I have way too many ideas on what the message Ambassador Andrews hid could be.
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Cass finished her second proofreading of the message Ambassador Andrews asked her to translate. Looks good. After sending the message to the Unity Office of Records, Cass sent it to Ambassador Andrews, before looking back at the untranslated copy. Weird. Lililitens are usually really good about getting casing right...
Expanding the message to take up the whole screen of her 2 in 1, Cass looked over the message again. Okay, so the rest of the message handles the 3 cases properly. There's a pattern of upper and middle case letters, occasionally disrupted by one or two lower case letters. Cass moved her head closer to the 2 in 1's screen, before shooting back to straight in her seat. MORSE CODE! Upper case is a dash, middle case a dot, one lower case breaks the letter, two lower case breaks the word! This is probably from Andrews. Morse code isn't exactly something that is explained to non-humans.
With a few taps on the 2 in 1, a printer behind Cass sprung to life, a small piece of paper slowly making its way out. Cass walked over to the printed message, picked it up, then placed it in her go-bag. At least CCT has given me an excuse to keep a bag I can shove shit into at work.
As Cass sat back down at her desk, a small blue ping appeared on the screen, titled "Message from H'zan Tilbulter: Translation for Unity Offices of Organic Sciences." Back to work then.
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A Study of Gifts and Their Causes

Translated to Wresh Trade Speak by Cassandra Ferrell Translated to English by Cassandra Ferrell Translated to Itari Imperial Common by Itar'em'un'tel'ol Translated to Itari Republic Common by Itar're'lif'il
Further translations are pending.
[Translator notes added in square brackets]
Written By: Dr. Zhutov Timofei Antonovich, Dr. Wev'Da'Mannil Koto, and Dr. 4773891-DDA Sponsored By: Ultima Medical Network, the UGEC Office of Medical Research, the Unity Office of Health and Safety, Collective 3B-M, the Wev Hive, and the New Lenin Contraceptives Company [The New Lenin Contraceptives Company sponsored the study after Dr. Antonovich informed them his early theory on how Gifts occur]

Initial Context

While every known intelligent species, as well as 33 known animal species, having a Gift that defies the Fundamental Laws of Science is a known, and accepted, fact as of the time of writing this study, we know next to nothing about the cause of Gifts. We currently do not know why they happen, why every species has a specific Gift, or how the gifts are able to manifest.

Original Objective

The original objective of the study was to determine a method for the detection of Gifts in newly discovered species as well as to determine a way to identify individuals that possess overactive or abnormally potent Gifts.

The Process

We initially gathered 10 members of the following species: Yyyn, dolvves, kigkig, ssissrawrs, mechanids, and Yes You Must Say the Entire Name of Our Glorious Species (which is abbreviated to YYMSENOGS for the rest of the report). We attempted to use over 700 different types of known sensors while each member displayed their Gift, recording the results into a queryable database.
After the initial round of tests, we placed 500 different materials and devices near the subjects while they were using their Gifts to determine if any notable reactions could be found. Once we had materials that responded to the Gifts of each species, we repeated the tests with the same materials except that we had the materials spend 4 USBTs [~1 Earth day] no less than 20 USBD [~100 meters] from any Gifted individuals.
Once we had determined materials that reacted to the use of Gifts and materials that reacted to the presence of Gifts, we further experimented with different configurations of the materials to try and find the optimal states of the materials for use as sensory equipment.

Obtained Information (Gifts)

The first thing we discovered was the Gifts (and variations) listed below. Note that the half-human variations were tested thanks to New Lenin Contraceptives Company, who provided the subjects approximately half-way through the study.

Yyyn

The yyyn possess the ability to alter the elasticity, hardness, ductility, and density of an object. This alteration is not permanent, the object returning to its original material properties after the yyyn has lost focus on the intended alterations.
When bred with a human to form an elf, or other form of half-yyyn, the child gains the ability to alter the material properties of their bodies, or portions of their bodies. With proper training, these actions can become subconscious.

Dolvves

The dolvves possess the ability to run across any surface (liquid, solid, or [best translation is semi-newtonian]), including upside down. Their Gift does not affect them while they are walking, galloping or standing still, which testing proved can result in a tired dolff falling off of the ceiling as they stop to take a breath.
When bred with a human to form a werewolf, or other form of half-dolff, the child gains the ability to travel across fluids. Unlike the Gift the dolvves possess, the gift the werewolves possess doesn't allow them to defy gravity and applies so long as they continue moving, even at a slow walk, limp, or crawl.

Kigkig

The kigkig possess the ability to control burning flames. This includes increasing the amount of fuel and air consumed (making a hotter flame), altering the shape of the flame, spreading the flame out, shrinking the flame, fueling the fire off of their own stamina, etc. Kigkig with the abnormally potent variant of their Gift can create fire from their own stamina reserves, and may wear such flames as armor or weapons when fighting.
Kigkig half-breeds possess the ability to create, usually from their palms, either a roughly baseball (human reference) sized ball of fire or a 1 USBD [~5 meters] long and wide cone of flame.

Ssissrawrs

The ssissrawrs possess the ability to expel cones or streams of "elements" from their mouths. The noted combinations of "elements" and cones/streams are a cone of fire, a stream of [napalm is the closest translation], a cone of highly acidic particulates, a dense stream of highly acidic particulates, a perfectly straight bolt of electricity, a cone of cryogenic materials, a dense stream of cryogenic materials, a directed sonic stream, and a cone of potentially lethal psionic interference. The exact distance of these effects seems to be based on the size of the ssissrawr in question.
When bred with a human to form a dragon, or other form of half-ssissrawr, the child gains the ability to expel only one to three combinations of "elements" and cones/streams.

Mechanids

The mechanids possess the ability to integrate any technology they touch into themselves. Depending on the type of technology, the integration may be instantaneous (as with most weapons and sensors) or may take up to 2 USBT [~12 hours] (as with engines and generators).
When bred with a human to form a borg, or other form of half-mechanid, the child gains the ability to integrate technology with the parts of them that are technological.

YYMSENOGS

The YYMSENOGS possess the ability to alter the color of metal. The YYMSENOGSs' Gift does not allow them to create patterns, as it colors the entire piece of metal a single color.
Thanks to the Unity Office of Health and Safety, we have recorded the Gifts, and all known variances, of all currently known Gifted species. The full list is in Appendix 1.

Obtained Information (Materials)

Three materials have been found that have reacted reliably during the study's tests: an alloy of iron, copper and silver that, when flattened into thin sheets, changes color in the presence of Gifted species, a slightly green carbon/copper crystal that turns from green to blue to yellow based on the strength of a Gift being used nearby, and a gray liquid, produced by butyrn when in heat, that changes volume based on the strength of the Gifted around it.

Observed Effects

Given that the Gifts seem to have the same effects on the materials given above, Dr. 4773891-DDA proposed that the materials interact with the source of Gifts, which he has named Gelladron Fields, after Dr. Sevisus Gelladron who first proposed that Gifts were unique to a species.
We have also noted that animals that had Gifts all had a minimum sapience value, see Appendix 2 for more information on the specific sapience scales and tests used. Because of this, we propose that after achieving a certain level of sapience, a species begins to have the chance to interact with Gelladron Fields and after a second, higher, level of sapience a species of guaranteed to interact with Gelladron Fields.

Proposal

Given the information we have discovered concerning Gelladron Fields and the materials that interact with them, we would like to propose a second study to work on further refining the materials that interact with Gelladron Fields into different types of Gelladron Field sensors, and to further study Gelladron Fields and how different species manage to acquire different different effects.
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Response to a Study of Gifts and Their Causes

Dear Dr. Koto,
The Unity Offices of Organic Sciences and Office of Health and Safety have accepted your proposal for continued funding. The full research report will be posted publicly through the Unity Office of Organic Sciences, the reference number of which will be sent to you once the request has been completed.
Sincerely, Dr. Kian Zefuf Office of Organic Sciences Research Board Member
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The bright red neon sign to William's Range N' More had its name arced over a stylized bolt-action rifle and a shape that resembled an old AK rifle. A hunting rifle and the weapon of rebellion? The owner must be from the outer colonies. The building behind the neon sign was an elongated box that looked to be made of slabs of concrete, rather than the metal that made up most of the station, with two windows with steel caging over them surrounding a hardened metal door with a small "OPEN" sign on it. Following the length of the building, only about 30 meters of it were visible before it extended through the outer wall of the market district, possibly out into the docks.
Cass pushed open the hydraulically assisted door, a short, brown haired human with a nasty sunburn called out "Hello, welcome to William's. Feel free to look around, I'll be here if you have any questions." I don't envy him.
The inside of the shop was a veritable armory of outdated human firearms, yyyn gravitic pulse weapons, and kigkig laser weapons, along with shelves of their ammunition and accessories. Still getting those outer colonies vibes. All of the weapons that weren't protected by the existence of the counter were single shot rifles or shotguns, with the pistol encased in transparent metal in the counter and the semi-automatic and automatic rifles were displayed on the wall behind the counter.
Cass wandered around the shop for a few minutes, looking over the various weapons scattered about before approaching the counter. "Excuse me, sir."
"Hello ma'am, what can I do for you?" The sunburnt man said with a smile as he moved behind the counter to get opposite of Cass.
"I'm looking for two things: A weapon that I can leave in my office and something to carry as I travel about."
"Well, for station use I would recommend avoiding any thermal based weapons. You hit a water, coolant, or fuel line with one of those and you have an explosion on your hands. Disintegraters as well, and not just because they are illegal to have within a space station. However,..." The sunburnt human paused for a moment while he turned around and waved at the rifles on the wall behind him. "I have plenty of firearms and gravitic pulse weapons available to choose from. For form factor, I think a carbine would be good for your office weapon, they are better for moving around within buildings and still pack enough of a punch to threaten a well equipped pirate, but for the carry weapon I would recommend something of a personal defence weapon in size, but if you don't have CCT credentials or a military ID, then you'll be limited to pistols. Do you have either?"
Cass pulled her wallet out of her cargo pants, pulling out the little card she got at the end of her CCT training. "Here you go."
"Alright. So, I think you wouldn't want something that uses powder, because of the noise, however, the mag and gravitic options are quiet enough that you can use them within buildings without worrying about hearing protection. Do you have a preference?" The sunburnt human moved over to leaning on the counter as he spoke.
"Well, for the office, I don't have a preference, but the grav pulse guns are typically smaller, right?" Cass asked, tilting her head slightly.
"Yeah, they are. I have some ideas on different guns that could do what you need." The sunburnt man moved about behind the counter, pulling various guns down and setting them near Cass.
After 15 minutes of Cass looking at various guns, she finally picked out a M265d Magnetic Acceleration Carbine, an old rifle that navy security would use to fight off raiders, for her office and a Yyyn Combat Industries Gravitic Pulse Defender Version 14 with a thigh holster.
"So, for the M256d and the YCI GPD 14, plus ammunition, power cells, and a thigh holster, that will be 9,000 credits, and I'll need to see your CCT creds." That was more than I expected. The sunburnt man stated from behind the cash register.
Cass sighed as she pulled out her cred-chit, placing it in the register while handing the sunburnt man her CCT card.
After finishing the transaction, the sunburnt man said "Also, for each 100 credits spent, you get an 15 minutes of free range time. Would you like to use any of your twenty two and a half hours of range time?" Free practice time included, huh?
"Yeah, I would. Is the time use it or lose it?"
"It will stay for up to six months for your last purchase at any William's Range N' More locations." I didn't think it was a chain. Well then.
"Alright, I'll take 2 hours please."
"Go ahead through that door and go to lane 4. A short video will play that goes over the rules of our range. Since you have CCT training, you get to skip the basic safety video."
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Cass set the physical copy of the message to Ambassador Andrews on her desk, overtop the keyboard for her tower before walking over to a small, wooden bookshelf. Methods of Primitive Communication... Methods of Primitive Communication... I know Dad made me take it with me... ah ha! Pulling out the small, black covered book with a campfire engraved into the leather, Cass smiled.
Setting the book down on the counter, Cass flipped through pages. Chapter 7, early telecommunications, Morse Code. Now to figure out what this message is.
Cass looked around her desk, finding a light blue notepad and a cheap pen, pulling both over to her, beginning the transcription of the hidden message.
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2020.09.20 22:10 lordroy Remember remember... the 5th of November. Million Mask March. Anyone else tired of the BS in DC? (from both parties)

I am sure many of you have either read or watched "V for Vendetta" 2005 movie starring Natalie Portman and Hugo Weaving. If you haven't, you really should.
There is a message in that. The message is, "People should not be afraid of their government, the governments need to be afraid of it's people".
We all know, no matter how the US elections go, Donald Trump is NOT going to accept the results unless he is a winner. He has said it. He is a dictator. He wants to be "president for life". That is NOT the way our government works. He is trying to undermine the Democratic Republic we have. If you dont care about this, move on... dont reply, dont do ANYTHING and let him do whatever he wants... because that is what you have been doing for the past 4 years. Nothing. Keep that up.
For the rest of us. I think we are sick of the BS coming from Washington. We are sick of the lies and the mixed messages coming from the white house, both parties (I tend to lean Democrat but I just want smart people in charge).
Years ago, I was an "admin" for 4chan. A lot of people might wonder why I am bringing that up. 4chan needed admins to get rid of things that should not be put on the internet. Many of those people who were admins with me back in the early 90s... and sometime between then and 2003-ish, they formed Anonymous). I am sure most people in the world has heard of them. They get a lot of bad press because there are people who claim to be them and do bad things... but they are, by and large, good people with a good message and good hearts. They want change... we need change... you want change too, right? Aren't you angry on how the USA is being run into the ground by the current administration? Ya, I thought so. We all do... and they wont do anything. Look at the fact they go on vacation while the USA suffers... because they have everything THEY need to survive. THEY will be fine when the rest of us are rioting for food and fighting each other over the scraps that are left over. Personally, I dont want to live like that.
So. What do we do.
-=-=-=-=-=- WATCH THIS -=-=-=-=-=-
Remember remember... the 5th of November. Million Mask March.
Let us assemble, and tell the government we are not happy. It will be November 5th, 2 days after the "election" in DC. We will know EXACTLY what Trump and the corrupt administration is going to do at that point. This IS what needs to be done. This IS what the 2nd amendment is all about, not shooting up each other, or even attacking police... its armed protest to protect yourself. I am NOT saying go out and get a gun, you dont need to. There are 2.2 guns per person in the USA. Just show up. Show your support. The government HAS to listen to a million guys on the front lawn protesting, peacefully.
Yes, you can downvote me. Yes, this is not fun to think about. We are all scared. There is so much anxiety and suffering and sadness in the United States right now. My dad lost his leg defending this country, and it drove him crazy. I am a 50 year old man, who has lived thru 1 cold war with Reagan and Gorbachev, and now we have another one with Trump and Putin... (and make no mistake, Putin is worse, by far, and is way more intelligent than our leader. Putin hates the USA, and is a high level ex-KGB agent from before the fall of the USSR).
Mark my words. Trump has weakened the USA to the point we could easily be destroyed. Either by Covid19, Civil War, Climate Change, Invasion (Russia or China)... or total annihilation from WWIII or nuclear attack and fallout. If we dont do anything... we are in for a bad time.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I want you all to know I am not some unhinged kook trying to stir up the pot. I am trying to help. I am trying to get the word out. I am trying to make a better tomorrow. If you have a better idea, feel free to bring it up, I will listen. I would like to have a civil discussion with anyone about this. Please, keep things civil, otherwise I will just delete this and I will just go to DC on Nov 5th without YOU.
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2020.09.20 21:56 Princetarbos Kars (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure) VS Aro (The Twilight Saga)

We’ve seen the concept of Edward Vs DIO many times before
The two main vampires of their respective series clashing to determine who is the strongest! Though the results of this battle are dependent on weather or not DIO has “The World” or not!
But as strong as they Both are, their not the strongest Vampiric forces in their universes. So what would happen if we put the strongest forces in a one on one battle to the death?
Aro, the leader of the Volturi and the highest ranking vampire in the Twilight Universe!
And Kars, the leader of the Pillar Man and the Ultimate Lifeform!
Let’s start with introductions!
Aro, the Leader of the Volturi!
While many know of Edward, Alice, and Bella, as they’re all popular candidates from this series! But fewer people mention Aro in contrast. But don’t fret! He’s no slouch in battle!
He has all of the abilities that make Twilight vampires so deadly. This includes superhuman strength and speed (as for how fast, please read this), skin as hard as diamond, and psychic powers! Aro’s powers in particular, are able to know every thought someone has ever had with a mere touch! And on top of all of that, he has over 3,000 years of experience in fighting, and has a number of feats attached to him! From dominating the vampire world, to taking part in the werewolf genocide (can be read about here)
His only major weakness is that he’s impulsive!
For more information, read here)
As strong as Aro is, can he stand against the might of His opponent!
Kars, the leader of the Pillar Men!
Kars is a common sight here and needs little introduction! But for those who may be unaware, I’ll fill you in!
Kars is one of the last remaining members of a race known as The Pillar Men and was responsible for their near extinction as he killed all but 3 others (his allies) because they deemed him as a threat! He is the creator and tester of the Stone Mask, and he is responsible for the vampires it spawned!
As far as power goes, Kars has all the standard abilities of the pillar men (which you can read about here). But he has a few abilities all his own! Including his bone blade, which can allow him to cut through powerful objects like Automobiles and cyborg bodies, along with cutting several bullets at blinding speed!
However, his true power is unlocked when he obtains the status as the Ultimate Lifeform! After this, he’s on a whole new level! the entire bio of his powers can be read here
He as well has thousands of years of battle experience and has had his fair share of extermination efforts! Including humans able to wield Hamon, a power capable of destroying the pillar men!
His only weaknesses are sunlight and hamon, but once in the ultimate state, neither are an issue! He’s also vain and egotistical!
With everything in mind, Kars is truly a force to be reckoned with! But can he stand up to Aro
There will be 2 major battles!
Round 1: A nighttime battle with Regular Kars
Round 2: a daytime battle with Ultimate Kars
Both battles will take place in the ruins of the Roman Coliseum!
The ultimate battle for the world of Vampires is about to take place! Only one can rule, but who will come out on top?
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2020.09.20 21:26 huxtiblejones Frustrated by the pervasive lies of "ancient aliens" and "slaves" building the pyramids

I am so sick of this. It's obviously nothing new and nothing we're unfamiliar with in this community.
Every mainstream conversation about Ancient Egypt - outside of communities focused on scholarship - eventually devolves into spreading ignorant lies about Egyptian history. You know the usual claims, that there's no way Egyptians could have built their architecture with simple tools, that they used forced slave labor under threat of punishment and death, that "aliens" did it for them (imagine traveling lightyears in exotic technology just to teach fucking masonry).
These are bigoted views that denigrate the accomplishments and advancements of Ancient Egyptians, not only robbing modern Egyptians of their ancestors' greatness, but tarnishing one of humanity's greatest cultures in history as though they were too simplistic to teach themselves expert masonry and monumental architecture over thousands of years. I'd even argue that to some extent there's a racist component to it as it serves to demote Africa's most accomplished ancient society.
There's an obvious wealth of factual evidence to the contrary for all of these claims.
What bothers me is that irresponsible pop archaeology outlets like the History Channel have a wealth of fascinating real topics they could cover but instead they promote this grotesque misinformation. It's then amplified by conspiracy blogs and forums until it becomes a common thought.
For many regular folks, that's one of their only real conduits into Egyptology and it taints their thoughts at a foundational level. Organizations like theirs have an inherent obligation to the public understanding of archaeology that they're ignoring and I think it's incredibly damaging. It makes people unwilling to engage with actual Egyptology.
What else can possibly done at this point other than confronting these lies when they crop up? How can it be meaningfully addressed to stop it spreading?
Sorry for the long rant, this just started grinding my gears today after an irritating exchange on reddit.
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2020.09.20 20:38 llaverna Weekly Round-Up: September 14th - September 20th

Weekly Round-Up: September 14th - September 20th
/bangtan Weekly Round-Up
Previous thread: September 7th - September 13th
This round-up is for everything that happened in the /bangtan realm within the past week, compiled for your convenience! If you have feedback, please leave a comment or send me a PM.
The latest weekly round-up is linked on the sidebar of the subreddit. The link to the archive of past round-up posts can always be found in the wiki index.

New Releases

Date Link Thread
200915 [MV] Max - Blueberry Eyes (feat. SUGA of BTS) Thread
200915 [Audio] MAX - Blueberry Eyes (feat. SUGA of BTS) Thread
200918 [Audio] Dynamite (NightTime Version) Thread
200920 [MV] BTS "Dynamite" - 70's Remix Thread

Megathreads

Date Thread
200916 BTS @ NBC America's Got Talent
200918 BTS @ Mnet I-LAND
200918 BTS @ 2020 iHeart Radio Music Festival

News & Information

Date Thread
200914 In light of his birthday, RM donated 100M won to the MMCA foundation to foster a culture of reading art books and increasing artistic sensibility in youth
200914 Billboard Launches New Global Charts
200914 'Dynamite' is #2 on the Billboard Hot 100 for its 3rd week
200915 [Notice] BTS MAP OF THE SOUL ON:E Online Live Streaming & BTS EXHIBITION “MAP OF THE SOUL ON:E (오,늘)” Online Exhibition Information
200915 Asia Society: BTS is one of the Asia Game ChangerAward recipients for 2020
200916 MAP OF THE SOUL ON:E concert tickets on sale
200916 Introducing BTS new live streaming ‘MAP OF THE SOUL ON:E’, ticket sale is now open on Weverse Shop!
200916 BTS Music Pack Coming to Beat Saber
200917 BTS "MAP OF THE SOUL ON:E" Online Live Streaming & Online Exhibition Ticketing Guide
200917 "Dynamite" has been changed to "Dynamite (Daytime Version)" on streaming platforms
200917 ARMY Bomb Ver.3 and 'Map of the Soul Special Edition' can now connect to "Dynamite" (B-side) music video on Weverse
200918 BTS to be Honored at the 2020 Asia Game Changers Awards
200919 BTS' Grammys For You Consideration: Dynamite has been submitted for ROTY & Best Pop Duo/Group Performance
200920 BTS to appear on NPR Music on September 21, 9AM ET / 10PM KST

Music show wins

Date Thread
200916 BTS have taken their 11th win for "Dynamite" on today's Show Champion
200918 BTS have taken their 12th win for "Dynamite" on today's KBS Music Bank
200919 BTS have taken their 13th win for "Dynamite" on today's Music Core

Merchandise news

Date Thread
200914 Skool Luv Affair (Special Addition) merchandise will be available on Weverse Shop from September 15, 11AM KST
200914 [NOTICE] Regarding the Emblem for 'In the SOOP BTS ver. VOD Purchases
200915 Skool Luv Affair (Special Addition) merchandise is now available to preorder on Weverse Shop
200917 Wings, Love Yourself and Speak Yourself Jigsaw Puzzles on Weverse Shop

Expired news

Date Thread
200914 MBC Radio: BTS will be on radio show at 6PM(KST)!
200918 [Notice] BTS Digital Single “Dynamite” NightTime Version Additional Release Information
200918 BTS will perform on Night 1 of the iHeart Radio Music Festival on Friday, 9/18 at 10:43 PM EST
200919 BTS are attending the Youth Day celebrations at the Blue House to give a speech today at 10am KST and will be meeting the President and First Lady

Official Media

Type Date Link Thread
Bomb 200916 [BANGTAN BOMB] V-ianist's Recital Thread
Bomb 200919 [BANGTAN BOMB] 'Dynamite' Stage CAM (BTS focus) @ 2020 iHeartRadio Music Festival Thread
In the SOOP 200915 [Behind] In the SOOP BTS ver. EP.4 Farewell For Now: Behind-the-scenes Thread
In the SOOP 200917 In the SOOP BTS ver. EP.5 Back to the Forest Thread
In the SOOP 200917 [In the SOOP BTS ver.] Official Clip - Ep.6 Thread
Live 200919 2008** Jungkook Thread
Live 200920 2008** Jungkook Thread
Photos 200917 BTS, TXT, Lee Hyun Photos Thread
Photos 200917 New photos of BTS on their Billboard Hot 100 #1 Thread
Teaser 200917 BTS (방탄소년단) 'BREAK THE SILENCE: THE MOVIE' Concept Teaser - Persona Thread
Other 200914 Learn! KOREAN with BTS [EP.28] Please Look Forward to It Thread

Official SNS

Date SNS Link Thread
200914 Weverse Compilation
200914 Twitter Bangtan Thread
200914 Twitter Namjoon Thread
200914 TikTok SUGA & Jin Thread
200914 Twitter Today's Bangtan @ 'Bae Chul-soo's Music Camp' Thread
200914 Twitter j-hope with Jungkook Thread
200914 Twitter SUGA Thread
200916 TikTok V & j-hope Thread
200918 Weverse Taehyung Thread
200918 Weverse Compilation
200918 Twitter Today's BTS @ I-Land Thread
200918 Weverse Seokjin Thread
200919 Twitter j-hope Thread
200919 Twitter [#TodaysBangtan] Youth Day with #BTS ! BTS is supporting all the young people, who are the protagonists of the future! Thread
200919 Instagram BTS Instagram Story
200919 Twitter Today's Bangtan: [#오늘의방탄] #BTS in 2020 iHeartRadio Music Festival!✨ Thread

BTS Interviews

  • Comprehensive list of English language Dynamite interviews HERE
Date Link Thread
200913 BTS On Success Of ‘Dynamite’ on ET Canada Thread
200915 Vogue: 24 Hours of VMA Prep With BTS Thread
200915 Vogue: BTS Have A Message For Their Fans: “Hope Is Everywhere — Keep Going” Thread
200917 [FULL/Eng Sub] (B-side) BTS Visual Radio in MBC Thread
200918 iHeartRadio: BTS Admit Their New Album Is 'A Little Different' Than 'Dynamite' Thread
200919 Radio Disney: Can BTS members raise one eyebrow? Thread

CF & Partnerships

Date Thread
200914 BTS 2020 FILA FALL COLLECTION
200915 [FILA] BTS ‘Go Beyond’ - Behind The Scene Compilation
200915 Samsung Mobile: We asked. You answered. It’s about to light up, Sept 23rd. #GalaxyxBTS
200916 [FILA] PROJECT 7 Teaser
200916 BTS FILA PROJECT 7 (September 18th - 20th)
200916 Samsung Mobile: Yes, we’re good listeners. Your dream colors, now on your all-new Galaxy. See it all on September 23, 2020.
200917 FILA PROJECT 7 Pre-launching at Shinsegae Department Store Times Square Seoul
200918 BTS FILA PROJECT 7 on Instagram Stories

Articles

Date Publisher Article Thread
200914 The Korea Herald Public Consensus Needed Before Exempting BTS From Draft: Defense Minister Nominee Thread
200909 The Conversation What BTS breaking Billboard 100 means for pop as the industry knows it Thread
200915 Variety BTS Is Twitter’s Top Music Act During Quarantine Thread
200915 Elite Daily MAX & BTS' Suga's "Blueberry Eyes" Collaboration Almost Didn't Happen — EXCLUSIVE Thread
200915 Teen Vogue MAX Unpacks "Blueberry Eyes" Collaboration With BTS Member Suga Thread
200917 Teen Vogue J-Hope Gave V Some Sage Advice About His Solo Mixtape Thread
200918 Billboard Jessica Agombar, Co-Writer of BTS' 'Dynamite,' Says Goal for the Song Was 'A Positive, Huge Ball of Energy' Thread
200919 Headline Planet BTS Episode Sets New Social Media Record For 'America's Got Talent,' Delivers New 2020 High Mark For NBC Thread

SNS Mentions

NOTE: Entries with 💜 have new content directly involving BTS
Date 💜 Link Thread
200914 💜 Radio MBC Thread
200914 MAX posts teaser photo Blueberry Eyes MV; with word 'tomorrow' Thread
200915 haetaelee instagram (choreographer and director of the Jin and JK Samsung galaxy note 20 ad) Thread
200915 MAX Thread
200915 America’s Got Talent Thread
200915 Howie Mandel: Patiently waiting for @BTS_twt on #AGT tomorrow night Thread
200916 Dynamite included in Little Mix's Summer Vibe's Playlist Thread
200916 Lea Salonga Tweets About BTS' Professionalism Thread
200916 MAX Thread
200916 MAX : YES WE ACTUALLY LEARNED SUGA’S WHOLE KOREAN RAP IN “BLUEBERRY EYES” VIDEO💙 Thread
200916 BTS "Dynamite" 7'' single, pressed in Detroit at @thirdmanpress. Thread
200917 The Twilight Saga Has Found Their BTS Bias Thread
200919 💜 The Blue House Korea (BTS with President Moon) Thread
200919 Rivers Cuomo Thread

Other media

Type Date Link Thread
Cover 200917 Dynamite Rock Version (BTS) by Rolling Quartz Thread
Cover 200920 BTS (방탄소년단) 'Dynamite' JUN Violin Cover Thread
Podcast 200917 (Spotify: For the Record) BTS: The Band, The Brand & The ARMY Thread
Video 200916 Critical Role: Sam: "What's up, BTS fans?" [Critical Role 2x109] Thread
Video 200918 Zach Sang Show: MAX talks new album Colour Vision, working w/ Suga AKA Agust D, and being a Dad... Thread
Video 200919 BTS’ Most Memorable MTV Moments Thread
Other 200918 Spotify has created a new playlist for Taehyung, called 'V' Thread
Other 200918 Spotify KPop: Psst.. BTS' got a surprise for us! Check out all of Dynamite's remixes to see who's dancing in them today! Thread

Milestones

Type Date Thread
Charts/Sales 200914 "Hope World" has now reached 100 #1's on iTunes Worldwide, making j-hope the 3rd Korean soloist to achieve 100 #1's with an album after RM and Agust D
Charts/Sales 200914 Dynamite has surpassed Any Song as the song with most hours of PAKS in history
Charts/Sales 200914 BTS' "Dynamite" is now the #1 best selling download among all songs this year in the US
Charts/Sales 200914 BTS' Dynamite is #2 on the first ever Billboard Global 200 singles chart
Charts/Sales 200915 BTS Is #1 For Billboard Artist 100 With 9 Weeks For Being The #1, The Most For Group Overall
Charts/Sales 200916 "Dynamite" reaches new peak of #2 (+2) on Billboard Japan Hot 100
Charts/Sales 200916 MOTS7 is #18 in SNEP (France) Top 20 list of 1H 2020. BTS is the only international artist, besides The Weeknd, in this list.
Charts/Sales 200916 BTS' "Dynamite" has now sold over 1 million units in the US. The group’s fastest song to hit this mark.
Charts/Sales 200916 "Blueberry Eyes" by MAX feat. BTS 's SUGA debuts at #1 on the Worldwide iTunes Song Chart
Charts/Sales 200918 "Dynamite" by BTS is now the first and only song in Korean chart history to achieve 400 Perfect All-Kills
Charts/Sales 200919 BTS joins IU as the only acts to reach 500 Perfect All-Kill(PAK) in Korean Charts history
Charts/Sales 200919 J-Hope and Becky G's "Chicken Noodle Soup" becomes the first collaboration in history to reach #1 on iTunes in at least 100 countries
Charts/Sales 200919 BTS 'Dynamite' Has Reached New Peak Unique Listeners On Melon Since Its Release, With 708,691
Followers 200916 BTS_twt has surpassed 29 millions followers on twitter!
Followers 200919 BTS is now the first Korean act to surpass 20 million followers on TikTok!
Streams 200914 BTS's 'MAP OF THE SOUL: 7' Has Now Earned Over 500 MILLION On-Demand Streams in the US this year
Streams 200918 'Spring Day' has surpassed 200 million streams on Spotify, their 5th song to achieve this!
Streams 200918 BTS has surpassed 30 million monthly listeners on Spotify!
Streams 200920 BTS's "Serendipity" Has Now Surpassed 100 MILLION Streams on Spotify (40th song to do so)

BTS Universe Story

Date Link Thread
200914 BTS Universe Story: The peaceful landscape has a different charm when seen through the viewfinder. He focuses on it, pressing the shutter... Thread
200915 [With BTS] BTS Universe Story Official Trailer Thread
200915 BTS Universe Story: The pianist concludes his solo recital and the crowd cheers. He takes his final bow to enthusiastic applause... Thread
200916 BTS Universe Story: YoonGi and NamJoon visit their hideout for the last time before they leave school, but what they find surprises them... Thread
200916 BTS Universe Story: Inside the fragrant café, SeokJin tastes the just-brewed coffee with a smile- then rushes out when he notices the time. Thread
200917 BTS Universe Story: JiMin introduces himself enthusiastically to the broadcasting program members he's just met. Everyone's surprised at what he says... Thread
200918 [With BTS] [BTS Universe Story] Special Message For You💌 Thread
200918 BTS Universe Story: Loud music fills the air as HoSeok dances along passionately. Thread
200919 [With BTS] BTS Universe Story - BTS message Thread
200920 BTS Universe Story: TaeHyung, YoonGi, and HoSeok follow the hints to arrive somewhere where they meet a mysterious man. Thread

TinyTAN

Date Link Thread
200914 TinyTAN merchandise for the month of September is now available to preorder on Weverse Shop Thread
200915 Baskin Robbins Korea Instagram Update - TinyTan Thread
200918 TinyTAN: Everyone has their own role! Which role would you like to take? Thread

BT21

Date Link Thread
200917 BT21 PLAYLIST - Rainy Garden ASMR Thread

BT21 merchandise news

Date Thread
200916 BT21 KOLON Fleece Jumper
200918 BT21 "Green Toy" kit coming soon!

Misc

Date Thread
200915 [YT Premiere] MAX - Blueberry Eyes (feat. SUGA of BTS) [Official Music Video]
200915 Translation and mini Korean lesson with Blueberry Eyes
200918 [Throwback] Three years ago today, BTS released "Love Yourself 承 'Her'" and music video for title track "DNA"

Subreddit

Rolling /bangtan Awards 2020 nomination form

Community posts

Top Discussion Posts

  1. [+131] Help a new army out please
  2. [+118] Has anyone else been inspired by In the Soop?
  3. [+104] What are you most looking forward to seeing at MOTS ON:E?
  4. [+64] Besides winning a Grammy/getting nominated, what other achievements you think BTS could get that they haven't already?
  5. [+49] How did you come across BTS and what made you stay?

Weekly threads

Fanart

Here are past week's top 5 fanart posts from our sister subreddit, /heungtan!
Submitter Thread
piglet_713 I know I'm a little bit late but I still did it <3 :)
Dizzyxxoo Namjoon Fanart (birthday gift for my friend 🌸) [OC]
ilumoone RM drawing
savkat17 hobi hobi hobi!! artwork by me :)
looventeen Dynamite Graphic Art (hand drawn on Procreate)
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