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2023.06.04 22:10 Tijai This is getting painful
Game 1 - Find a nice spot in Lansen bushed up - Moron in an M103 parks up right behind me so I cant retreat. He saw me get a few nice shots in and decided he wanted that position
Game 2 - Lorr 40t, find another nice position, then 2 more turn up to the same spot - I mean WTF?? use your brain, look for crossfires or something. Other side of map gets steamrolled and I get a lovely (not) message because they think a 40t should be aggressively pushing their flank lol
Game 3 Mountain pass - EVERYONE goes one flank so ok I'll stay back on the valley and shoot at those coming in as someone has to be there or they are straight on cap. Luckily (or so I thought) 2 heavies come my way and push down into the valley. They both lose nearly all health fighting on corner and I repeatedly ask them to fall back to bring another gun in (mine) Nope they are going to sit there and trade a BZ and friends on the corner with about 100 health each. Words fail me. I run back and the other 12 players on team have been wiped.
Getting more than a bit jaded now...
Game 4 - OK, lost as heavies all melted but ..ok. Was even a semblance of teamwork with a Leo at the end. I'll take it.
Game 5 - Lost tank due to some weird server desync BS. Lansen suddenly decided that it cant go backwards behind a hill. I mean I'm pressing S but 'NO' says the server 'Its your turn to die'. This stuff is happening more and more these days.
Game 6 - I failed miserably. Think that's the sign to give up for now. Was dumb. Died. All me.
No.. one more game.
Game 7 - Whats the point having 2 Bz's if they are going to snipe from behind a rock all game? Nah I'm done ...maybe.
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2023.06.04 22:03 inlovewiththemed Adventure Awaits in Marrakech: Exploring Ourika Valley, Oukaïmeden, Lalla Takerkoust Dam, and Imlil
If you are looking for a destination that boasts picturesque landscapes, offers thrilling activities, and is a feast for the senses, Marrakech
should definitely be on your travel list.
Nestled in the foothills of the Atlas Mountains, Marrakech offers visitors a diverse range of activities that cater to every type of traveler.
LA VALLÉE DE L’OURIKA
One of the must-visit destinations for nature enthusiasts and hikers is the Ourika Valley.
Located 30 km south of Marrakech, the valley is filled with charming Berber villages that dot the landscape and disappear into the surrounding hills.
The Ourika Valley remains one of the most popular destinations for hikers and adventurers who come to explore its exceptional beauty.
While in the Ourika Valley, be sure to visit one or more of the saffron cooperatives.
Here, you can discover the nearly 45 varieties of aromatic and medicinal plants on offer.
With only a few hotels available in the area, you can enjoy the unspoiled beauty of the valley in all its natural glory.
Full Article: https://www.inlovewiththemed.com/marrakech-for-lovers-of-nature-walking-skiing-and-hiking/
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2023.06.04 20:48 Oradainer Celestial Empire - Chapter 2
Chun shuffled in her chair, she was only a mortal boar-kin, why did she have the misfortune of taking the hidden master up to his room. Now this Mei of the Iron Paw sect had cornered her in the Inn when she arrived for the morning shift.
Mei shoveled rice into her mouth from an oversized bowl as she spoke, “Tell me exactly what happened last night when you led the hidden master to his room. I want to know everything you know about him.”
Again Chun shuffled, “I actually met him before that, he was alone at the table near the exit. It was odd because everyone tries to move to the kang to keep warm, but this man simply sat at his table as though the cold meant nothing to him.”
Mei stopped eating, “He was here while we were eating? What was he doing?” She demanded.Chun recoiled a bit, “He just seemed to be watching everyone, including your table. When I brought him his food and drink I warned him to stop staring or he would draw someone’s wrath upon him.”
Mei nodded, if she couldn’t sense him, she obviously couldn’t expect a mere mortal to know what they were dealing with. “What did he do after that?”
Chun took a deep breath, “He seemed to just sit there and eat his meal until the warning bell sounded. When you and your sisters left he asked me how much he owed, dropped coins on the table and left the inn. I didn’t see him again until after the battle.”
Mei sat back and thought, “He paid for his meal you say?”
Chun nodded, “He didn’t even complain or haggle, he simply dropped the coins as if they were nothing and walked out. Huang has told me not to accept payment if he asks when he comes down this morning.”
Mei nodded, “A wise choice, now that he is no longer hidden he may decide to toy with you, it is best for you to play along.”
Chun looked around the inn as customers started to come in for breakfast, it was still early, the sun had barely breached the horizon.
Mei sighed, “Bring me another bowl of porridge, I will await the hidden master, his name was Cain, correct.”
Chun stood quickly before bowing, “He stated his name was Victor Cane, Mistress Mei.”
Mei sat back in her chair and shoo’ed the boar-kin mortal away. Her sisters had taken shifts to ensure from a distance the hidden master had not left. More information on this male was needed, and she expected to gather it for her sect.
She would already be renown for the twenty two instinctual cultivators slain here yesterday, particularly as she had only lost 7 sisters. Three to one was not a feat to be trifled with when it came to instinctuals. The problem was, at least ten of those were from this hidden master that she knew next to nothing about.
She would await him here, and eat her fill to replace her spent energies.
DAILY MAINTENANCE COMPLETE
ALL SYSTEMS FUNCTIONAL
SUBSPACE LINK : NO CONNECTION
RADIO LINK : NO CONNECTION
POWER CORE : 100%
CAPACITOR CORE : 100%
ACTIVATE WAKE UP ALARM
Victor slowly regained consciousness after sleeping like the dead. New gene-mod updates, transmat accident, small firefight with ware-wolves and one cute tiger lady had really kicked his ass. “Computer, turn off that damn alarm.”
He opened his helmet as he sat up from the horrible bed. He had never seen a mirror as poorly made as the one in front of him, maybe it was tarnished bronze? He recalled his scout drones and sent them to storage before reaching in and pulling out his overnight bag.
After washing his face in the not-too-clean sink and brushing his teeth he made his way to the chamber pot by the bed. After relieving himself he decided breakfast was in order. He put his overnight bag into dimensional storage and made his way downstairs to the inn proper.
As he slowly walked down the stairs, hoping the wood could hold his three hundred kilo weight a second time he noticed Mei sitting at the same table as the night before. As usual, the patrons around them gave her a wide berth. Well, judging by the way Mei’s eyes never left him he assumed she wanted to talk to him.
“Hello Mei, how are you doing this morning? He asked innocently enough.
She looked at him stone faced, “I spent most of the night burying my sect sisters, then caught a few hours sleep while we waited for you to wake up.” She stated as she crossed her arms.
Well, this was more new information, evidently there was some camaraderie within the sects. He wasn’t sure of that until now. Evidently cultivators do care for each other, if they care little or nothing for the average peasant.
Victor decided it was best to seem the aloof master rather than the bumbling fool he obviously was and change course, “Chun, could you bring me whatever you have for breakfast, oh, and some more of that wine!”
Mei’s eyes flared at Victor, if looks could kill he’d be scorched right now, “Who are you? I just reminded you that 7 of my sect sisters were buried last night and you call to a mortal for food?”
Victor turned back to her, his officer face was back on again, “Is this your first war Mei?”
Mei sat back and batted her cup back and forth in her hands as she looked down at the table, “Yes, while I’m older than some of my sisters, war hasn’t visited the Celestial Empire in decades, if not centuries.”
Victor reached out a hand and placed it over one of Mei’s. She froze at his touch, a male cultivator touched her, a lowly cultivator of the second tier. “This is not mine, I have lost count of the small fire-fights and battles I’ve been a part of of my last twenty years. Or the soldiers I have lost.”
Mei blinked, fire-fights, like what he did last night was considered small, she had never seen creatures burn like that, wait, did he say the last twenty years. She cleared her throat, “Um, please excuse this lower cultivators curiosity, but you have been in battles for the last twenty years? You look no older than I at twenty eight seasons, how is that possible?”
Victor removed his hand as Chun brought him a huge portion of porridge, rice, pork sausage, eggs and wine. He looked up to her as she bowed down, “Thank you Chun, you are dismissed. Yeah, I don’t age like other people. Actually, I don’t age at all.”
Chun turned on her heels and nearly sprinted back to the kitchen. She had gotten a small taste of Mei’s killing intent when she glared at the hidden master, while she nearly dropped to her knees, the master didn’t even seem to notice.
Victor popped one of the sausages into his mouth as he watched Mei nearly drop her jaw in astonishment. Victor pointed to his plate, “Would you like one? They are quite good.”
Mei shook her head, “You’re an immortal and you thanked that peasant? Do you care nothing for face?”
Victor looked back as he chewed, “Chun? Yeah, she works hard, least I can do is thank her for her efforts. Someone should do something about the turnips though, they are horrible.”
Mei crossed her arms, “I cannot tell if you are toying with me or not. You have an Imperial accent, one that requires training from birth, you fight as if you are a divinity, and you show appreciation to mortals?”
Victor shrugged, “I’m not a complicated man, I’m just passing through the Empire looking for a way home. Speaking of which, you mentioned the Eternal Empress, would you say she is the most powerful person in the land?”
Mei uncrossed her arms before leaning in, “You mean to tell me you don’t know about the Eternal Empress yet you are hundreds of li into her Empire?”
Victor mixed his eggs and sausage into his rice bowl and then looked despairingly down at the chop sticks. He reached into his dimensional storage and produced a spoon, which to Mei seemed to appear from nowhere and scooped out a portion before taking a bite and pointing at Mei with his spoon. “Well, it’s not grits, but it will do in a pinch. No, I don’t know about the Empress, that’s why I’m asking you, if anyone knows how to get me home it might be your Eternal Empress, so how do I get an audience with her?”
Mei sat back in her chair once more, holding the hand Victor had recently touched under the table, “That might be easier than you think, but you may not like the outcome. I sent ahead to my sect leader one town over and she will be using a calling stone to reach the Imperial Palace, I’m sure they will have questions about the foreigner who is also a hidden master.”
Victor stopped eating and sat back in his own chair, “Ah, you say I may not like the outcome, why is that?”
Mei shrugged, if he didn’t know how things worked she didn’t see the harm in telling him. “The Eternal Empress has been said to be a bit temperamental, particularly to foreigners entering her lands. Yes, she is said to be the wisest in the land, and many millennia old. Her magic defends this land and its people.”
Victor took another slow bite with his spoon, “So she may know how to get me home, or she may try to have me killed. No way to know until I meet her eh?”
Mei nodded before stopping, “Wait, you said she may try to have you killed, not that she would have you killed or kill you.”
Victor grinned at her, “Well, I’m not about to make it easy on her if she tries. Listen, I’ve got some things to get done, so in the mean time, here.” He then presented her with a silver bauble with a red gem in the center that dropped from nothingness into his hand. “Take this with you, and give it to the Empress, it will allow her to communicate with me no matter where I go.”
Mei stared at the piece of exquisite jewelry, it would be worth many fortunes over in the Celestial city, and he just handed it to her? “Wait, I can’t just let you leave, you are a foreigner in our lands, it is my duty to keep a watchful eye on you.”
Victor walked over to the bar where Huang looked nervous and dropped a large pile of copper coins before walking to the door.
Mei stood, kicking the chair behind her and stomped towards the exit only to see the hidden master take flight again on wings of fire. This time he did not stop at the bell tower, but continued to fly towards the mountains. “Damn that man to the divinities she shouted as even she lost sight of him in the clouds.”
“Activate camouflage mode.” Victor spoke into his helmet as his armor took on the the colors surrounding him. It wouldn’t fool anyone close up, but from the distance he was from the village now he doubted even the cultivators could make him out from the sky.
With any luck, Mei would get that communicator back to the Empress, who might know how to get him home. In the mean time though, he reached into his dimensional storage and brought out a satellite probe. He had used the full capacitor load on his jump jets and was still eighteen thousand meters up, more than enough for the probe to reach geosynchronous orbit.
After launching it he looked for a good patch of ground to land. He found one at the base of a mountain range, it even came with a mountain stream. Firing his retro-rockets he landed soft enough and sat on a particularly smooth boulder.
His heads up display showed him his probe had reached geosynchronous orbit and was gathering data. “Well, this is going to take some time.” He thought to himself as he ordered his AI to split his armor. To anyone else watching this would have probably been horrifying as the scout armor appeared to break apart and separate into two halves joined together by a hinge.
Victor took a sniff of himself and groaned, “Good thing the suit is sealed, being in that thing for almost two days and I am ripe!” He thought as he found a nice place in the woods to relieve himself in a way he couldn’t with his armor on.
After that he removed the boxers he wore in his scout armor and placed them on the boulder and stepped across the pebbled beach into the stream. He instantly regretted it, gene-mods or not, a mountain stream in the fall is still cold! After washing as best he could he walked back to his armor, reached into his dimensional storage, produced a towel and fresh boxers and dried off while sunning himself on his rock.
His AI sounded in his inner ear. IMMEDIATE AREA SURVEY COMPLETE.
He kicked off his boulder and climbed back into his now somewhat aired out armor and checked out the results. A mountain in this range was nearly perfect for his needs, abundant metal and mineral deposits, and a valley with a small but very useful petroleum reserve, as well as some natural gas deposits, although those were less than 6% on the scan.
Victor checked that his jump jets capacitor were sufficiently charged and set his jump vector for a somewhat flat ridge three quarters of the way up the mountain, just below the snow caps. Four minutes later, he landed, staring at a nearly sheer cliff face that raised up the mountain another 20 meters above him.
He reached into dimensional storage and retrieved a mining laser. These were a bit expensive, but necessary to start any good mining operation. Mining drones were not good at starting a mining shaft. Oh, it could be done, but it was usually done slowly and crudely. Best to set the aperture to four meters square and crank up the power.
The laser had a magazine of some miracle crystal that put out about ten seconds of power before it was exhausted and was then discarded. He squeezed the trigger and watched as the sheer rock face before him seemed to literally disintegrate as the shaft began to deepen to a depth of about four meters in.
The laser chimed and ejected the magazine as the barrel smoked from the immense heat it had just endured. Victor carefully sat down the mining laser and opened his dimensional storage once more to bring out four mining drones, two forge spiders, and four scout drones.
He set the mining drones to work digging into the mine shaft with gusto the seven dwarfs could never match. Then turned his attention to the scout drones, he sent them off in a patrol pattern to watch over the mountain for any sign of trespassers. Then he remembered the satellite and set it to watch over his piece of paradise as well.
He also thought about retracing his helmet but the temperature outside was just above freezing and decided it best to have a seat and wait a bit for the mining drones to get some work done. On a whim he checked his database, yup, there were 86 different versions of Snow White, might as well pick the Disney one from antiquity, he’d never seen it anyways.
One hour and twenty three minutes later the film was over, and his mining drones and forge spiders had deepened the shaft another five meters. A small pile of ingots had been dropped off by the spiders, the air around them giving off a small mirage effect from the heat they radiated.
Computer, have the nano-forge produce proper steel doors, tracts, motors, and security to cover the dimensions of this shaft. The AI took measurements, produced the adjusted prints, sent them to Victor for approval, then started crafting the necessary materials. Then Victor’s stomach growled.
Sighing, he went over to the pile of fresh ingots, some iron, some copper, others tin and silver.
Retracing his helm he found that although the temperature hovered around 2 degrees celsius, near the ingots it was quite a bit warmer, if you didn’t mind the metallic smell, which it didn’t. Reaching into dimensional storage he found his ration stash, while he had hoped this would be what he would use to fashion himself a life after he left the Imperial Guard, there was a chance he would never get home.
“Resources are there to be used.” He quoted to himself as he took a bite from a bar he hoped wasn’t made from corpo-starch, but as it had no ingredient list he had no way of knowing. Finishing his ration bar, the densely caloric and extremely nutrient bar would play havoc with his bowels later. He noted getting living quarters up soon would be a really good idea.
He slid his helm back into place, “Computer, have the mining drones level off and begin to dig a cavern to fit the small hab module in dimensional storage, have them oversize it by a meter on all sides, I want some clearance when I bring this out of storage.”
The AI complied and he watched his mini-map on his hud as the drones turned ninety degrees and started opening up a new cavern. A few minutes later, the computer chimed to let him know the doors were complete and ready for installation.
A good thing he had his scout armor, these doors were five centimeters thick and three meters high and wide. They weighed almost four tons a piece, which was right at the limit of what his power armor was capable of. Pulling out the necessary tools he installed the tracts above and below, then setup the motor controls before pulling the doors out of storage and setting them into the tracks.
After testing and adjustment he was satisfied that not only were they very secure, they even seemed to blend in well with the sheer cliff wall. “Not a bad job if I do say so myself.” Victor said as he began setting up production orders for ventilation, water drainage, and lighting with his AI to start construction while he waited for the chamber to be completed.
A full six hours later and several movies of varying degrees of watchfulness, his computer chimed letting him know the new cavern was complete and the mining drones were continuing their downward path towards the more dense metal reserves deeper in the mountain.
He stood, stretched his back, and ordered the massive steel doors to open, walking the gently sloping shaft down the ten meters to the new cavern. The walls were smooth and the entrance seemed just about right for the habitats air lock door to fit flush with the mining shaft.
A few minutes later and a loud bang as the habitat module appeared from dimensional space and then found that gravity existed again, slamming it the few centimeters to the floor of the cavern. “Oops!” Victor said to himself hoping he didn’t break anything.
Nothing appeared to be damaged, after all, these habs were basically mini-bunkers designed for anything from death worlds to deep space mining. Fifteen meters on each side and four meters high, it gave him an excellent respite from the world around him. Indoor plumbing, central heating and air, entertainment center, kitchen, bath, and a bed.
He entered the habitat and sealed the airlock to the mine shaft. The internal temperature of the hab read twenty one degrees celsius, so he shed his armor, placed it in the airlock rack and connected it to the habitat’s power and computer system before opening the inner airlock.
“Home sweet home, at least until I find a way back." Then he thought about it, would the Guard blame him for the transmat accident? Sure he lied about having anything on him in dimensional storage but he knew guys who smuggled things around all the time and something like this never happened to them. "Hope I don’t look at a court martial if I ever to get back home for going AWOL or some such bullshit.” He muttered as he headed for the shower. That mountain stream was freezing!
“What to you mean he flew away?” Shihan looked at Mei from across her desk.
Mei shifted uncomfortably in the rickety chair that sat across from the elder cultivator in front of her. The room was also cold, and Shihan had set the desk low so that she could sit on the kang and keep warm while others had to endure. “He said he had important matters to attend to and flew away on wings of fire.”
Shihan shook her head, “Lazy eggs, all of you. We lost seven Iron Paw warriors in your battle three days ago, and probably would have lost you all if not for this hidden master. I have reached out to the the sect mistress who will be informing the royal court at this weeks meeting with the Empress. Do you have anything else to report?”
Mei nodded and set the jeweled bauble on the desk in front of the elder sect leader, “The hidden master, Victor Cane presented me with this. He stated to give it to the Empress and they would be able to communicate no matter the distance.”
The older lady stared at the priceless looking item before slowly looking back up to Mei, “I feel no chi coming from this item, how could it possibly do what he says. Even our best calling stones can barely reach three hundred li, how could this tiny broach communicate anywhere?”
Mei had thought long on this, “I do not know mistress, however, I do know that not once did I feel any chi from this hidden master either. I believe it is his cultivation technique, as he must use near perfect yang energy to power his creations. Can you detect pure yang, head mistress?”
Shihan shook her head, “I cannot my student, for that is only in the realm of the highest levels of male cultivation, and to my knowledge, no male alive can use pure yang energy, hence why they are inherently weaker as they cultivate some yang and some yin, their meridians are out of balance.”
Mei nodded, this was the same conclusion she had reached as well, “I watched him create multiple items from thin air, some for weapons, one was a simple soup spoon, we know most men use their cultivation for crafting, perhaps this hidden master is so adept at it he uses pure yang energy that we simply cannot sense.”
Shihan’s eyes widened with the implications, “That means he would appear as just a normal mortal until he decided to act, just as he did in your report.” She then looked down at the silver jeweled broach that sat on the desk. “The craftsmanship of this object is superb, its gem is absolutely flawless, I have never seen silversmithing so pure. Were this not to be sent to the Empress its sale would keep the Iron Paw clans coffers full for seasons on end.”
She sighed, “No, we cannot abandon our duty, I will send this item to the Empress herself, and as this Victor Cane had entrusted you with it, I feel that you should be the one to deliver it to her yourself.”
Mei gasped before bowing, “I will not fail you head mistress.”
Shihan sat back on her cushions enjoying the warmth of the kang under her, “See to it that you do not, for the Empress does not take kindly to fools who waste her time.”
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2023.06.04 20:48 peak-7 Pennsylvanian fans, a little help!
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So I decided to do some research about where Rosewood would be in real life. After a few days, give or take, of research I think (not sure) Rosewood is supposed to be set in Delaware County? They mentioned places like Brookhaven being nearby (which is in Delaware) and the way they talk about other places checks out. For instance, Aria says Mike is all the way up in Harrisburg and Harrisburg is in Dauphin County which is about Northwest of Delaware County (I think; I'm not sure if this map is accurate). Another clue was in season 4, the episode with Hector the creepy mask guy, Alison in a flashback is looking for the quickest way to route 30, the way the guy talks about it gave me the impression it was nearby so I did some digging and it turns out Route 30 is along the main road of the Main Line towns (which the books say Rosewood is on-A LOT).
Am I right or not? If there are any fans from Pennsylvania or that region in particular can you chime in please? Thanks. https://preview.redd.it/zptdc3dgq14b1.jpg?width=943&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=83e013c94f42710586e994027df42e0a42eb54f0
2023.06.04 20:14 alexd543 The coolest valley spawn point
2023.06.04 20:12 Eether_Berry7570 Can you identify this fly?
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Spotted in Southeastern Colorado. I'm in a dry valley and sometimes see bugs like this but only during the rainy season. In the past some of the fauna from the mountains comes into the valley during the rainy season, is that the case here?. It's fairly big, one inch in length, about the diameter of a quarter. Found deceased. submitted by Eether_Berry7570 to whatsthisbug [link] [comments]
2023.06.04 18:11 lololy87 Sons of The Forest Regions (OC)
2023.06.04 18:07 BittersweetPast Sport or Wilderness?
We're looking to move from Jeep to Subaru and want to get a Crosstrek. (We test drove a '24 base model and a '21 Forester recently and definitely felt better in the Crosstrek.) The biggest issue now is trying to decide if we should order a Sport or wait for a Wilderness. We had been set on just waiting for the Wilderness but now aren't sure.
Our main reason for wanting to wait for a Wilderness was the transmission cooler and better gearing. We live in a very rural valley, so the only way in or out (for work, shopping, errands, etc.) is over some steep, curvy mountains. It's hard on vehicles in general. The extra ground clearance and built-in navigation would be nice, but I'm not sure how often that would actually come into play.
But we'd be taking a gas mileage hit with the Wilderness, which is also an issue, as we're at least a 30-minute drive away from almost everything. The better mileage in the Sport would be great. And it would be nice to be able to get something sooner, as opposed to waiting several more months and putting that many more miles on our trade-in.
I guess we're just mainly looking for opinions from folks who are more familiar with the Crosstrek. Would it be worth waiting for the Wilderness, or should we just get a Sport and maybe go for an aftermarket transmission cooler? (We'll be putting aftermarket skid plates on it regardless of which we get, fwiw.) Thanks!
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2023.06.04 17:32 lmijic New base
So I am on Summit of TWM and gather lot of lot. So my question is where to now. 1.Should I climb down mountain by rope or goat down 2.Is better to go to Blackrock or Pleasant Valley Edit:english is my secondary language
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2023.06.04 16:55 Heavy_Leadership8735 Offer Accepted, Inspections done, Financing in and just awaiting closing date!!!
I lived most of my childhood in the Jeffersonville area (when the ski mountains were there, but Smuggs was not a 'thing' yet and we skied over the mountains to Stowe.) What a life. I vowed to return when we moved to NJ Fulltime. Now a mom (with a kid who just graduated UVM undergrad and already in Grad School there, I FINALLY after 2 years of offering and losing - got a place! I am so beyond excited to be back in my favorite state. In the Upper Valley close to lots of skiing and long missed cherished life! It won't be near Jeff but it I hope it will be a good decision. Anyway happy for those of you who finally found something. The wait was INSANE and prices ridiculous! But the state and all it brings is beyond worth it!!!
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2023.06.04 16:01 undeadsadness Personalized Music - My Black/Doom Metal, Ambient Noise, Drone Skyrim Playlist
Used the mod "Personalized Music
" to recreate Skyrim soundtrack for a less epic classic rpg orchestra to a soothing ambient music when everything is calm and violent battles when fighting dragons, bosses or in the Civil War questline. The list is in a WIP state btw
Any thoughts or Recommendations?
01 - Burzum - Der Tod Wuotans 02 - Motionfield - Injection 3 03 - Urfaust - Meditatum I
01 - Burzum - Moti Ragnarokum
01 - Elderwind - In the snow 02 - Elderwind - Last winter's night 03 - Elderwind - The approach of spring 04 - Acid Mammoth - Tree of Woe 05 - Acid Mammoth - Tusks of Doom 06 - Afsky - Altid veltilfreds 07 - Afsky - Tyende Sang 08 - Urfaust - Dämmert, gelähmt und mit scheinbar erloschenem Geist 09 - Urfaust - Der halbtoten Dichters Schein-Existenz 10 - Urfaust - Meditatum III 11 - Urfaust - Meditatum VI 12 - Urfaust - Ragnarök Mystiker 13 - Urfaust - Trail of Conscience of the Dead 14 - Urfaust - A Course in Cosmic Meditation 15 - Sun O))) - Ampliphædies (E) 16 - Sun O))) - Aurora 17 - Sun O))) - Candle Goat 18 - Sun O))) - Troubled Air 19 - Sunn O))) - Frost (C) 20 - Boris - Etna
[Combat - Civil War]
01 - Agalloch - A Celebration for the Death of Man... 02 - Bathory - Home Of Once Brave 03 - Bathory - The Wheel Of Sun 04 - Bathory - One Rode to Asa Bay 05 - Agalloch - Ashes Against the Grain 06 - Agalloch - In The Shadow Of Our Pale Companion
[Combat - Dragon]
01 - Burzum - Alfadanz 02 - Burzum - Dunkelheit 03 - Burzum - Jeg Faller 04 - Burzum - Valen 05 - Burzum - Glemselens Elv 06 - Burzum - Hit helga Tré 07 - Burzum - Budstikken 08 - Këkht Aräkh - Thorns 09 - Këkht Aräkh - In the Garden
[Combat - Vampire Lord]
01 - Agalloch - You Were But A Ghost In My Arms 02 - Burzum - Galgviðr
[DB Combat - Karstaag]
01 - Deafheaven - Dream House
[DB Combat - Miraak]
01 - Agalloch - Not Unlike The Waves 02 - Agalloch - Bloodbirds 03 - Tim Hecker - The Piano Drop
[DB Dungeon - Apocrypha]
01 - Merzbow - Mantra (Part I,II,III)
[Dungeon - Cave]
01 - Trepaneringsritualen - Unclæna Ghast
[Dungeon - Ice]
01 - Burzum - Tuistos Herz
01 - Tim Hecker - No Drums
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2023.06.04 15:11 YukiteruAmano92 Remembrance, Chapter 3 of 28
---Saturday, 11th of November, 2682 Terran Calendar---
‘Can you send me to the Forth Valley?’
‘Oh, we can try
… On an unrelated note, how’s your standard English? No problems in communicating?’
I should’ve just said ‘No, I have great
difficulty in communicating in anything but Lallans Scots!’ instead of putting on my poshest English speech register to say ‘Marjorie dearest, would
you be a lamb and pass another buttered scone… hold
the raspberry jam, it’s far
for me!’ which she told me she’d take as a ‘Yes.’
“This is an English language barracks
. If you have been directed here in error
, please make yourself known to barracks staff for reassignment
.” plays a loud, prerecorded Welsh language announcement, over speakers.
They’re fucking rubbing it in
“This is an English language barracks
. If you have been directed here in error
, please make yourself known to barracks staff for reassignment
.” it repeats in Scots Gaelic.
“Ceci est une caserne Anglophone
. Si vous avez été assigné ici par erreur
, veuillez vous faire connaître auprès du personnel de la caserne pour une réaffectation
.” it says in what I’m 90% sure is a French version of the same announcement (I can’t be certain
, though, as that’s not one of my languages).
Looking at the crowds queuing to get in makes me regret asserting that I didn’t need transport here.
‘You shouldn’t be sending someone to War
that you don’t trust to navigate themself from Galloway to Sussex!’ were my exact words.
I brushed off the recruitment officer saying that I’d be processed faster if I arrived on Military organised transport.
Well, standing here
’s not gonna get me to the front of the queue now, is it!
I walk forward to join the massive throng of people, almost all of which look to be about my age.
you feel, being an average height girl in a crowd of people!
178cm really isn’t all that much when you’ve got a not insignificant
number of +2m guys here!
Even guys who are the average 188cm can make a girl feel short when their packed too close…
I see a few
Neanderthal hunks… perhaps conscription won’t be all
When I make it to the front of the line, the guy just stares expectantly at me like I’m supposed to already
know what to do.
“Y’awright?… Err… mah nam’s Esme Reid…?” I say, hesitantly, in perfectly
“I’m sorry, would you repeat that?” he answers, looking at me like I just spoke to him in fucking Chinese!
, gracious sir! You may kindly refer to me by the name ‘Esme Reid
’!” I say, affecting my supercilious Southern English gentlewoman accent.
“Alright, Ms Reid. Please present your draft papers and identification.”
they have to ask me
to prove who I
am when they
the ones asking me
to go off and fucking die
I think about quipping that I should ask him to show me some proof that this is a legitimate Military installation sanctioned by the government of Sol… but think better
Instead, I pull out my draft papers and my holopad, quickly getting up my identification app.
The man scans the code with his own holo and spends a few seconds glancing from his screen to my face and back.
Seeming satisfied that I’m not attempting to enlist under a false identity (for whatever strange reason a person might want to do that
) he glances at my papers, says “Everything seems to be in order.” and waves a hand in front of a machine which whirs for half a second before spitting out a simple chain necklace with two little metal rectangles hanging off of it.
He hands it to me and says “This is your identification tag. Please check that the information on it is correct and, if it is, put it on and never take it off.”
I check the tag.
“You’ve got my name and birthday right…” I say, making a conscious effort to keep my speech register in that that a standard English speaker would consider acceptable “…don’t know about the regiment and serial number.”
“Those will be correct.” he says with a ‘move along’ tone.
I shrug, raise the dogtag over my head and drop it around my neck.
I walk on and he’s serving the girl behind me before I’ve even rounded the counter.
I’m ushered through the barracks, herded by the staff, until I reach a building labelled ‘Billet House 279’.
It doesn’t really look like I expected soldiers’ digs to look.
but sort of has more the look of a uni hall than anything else… though I think it’s probably a bit much
to expect that I’ll get a room to myself(!)
I follow the throng of draftees through to a wide open room, on the ground floor, that looks like it’s normally a cafeteria.
The camp attendants (who I’m guessing were in the same boat as us, not too
long ago) direct us to stand along the left, right and nearside walls, keeping the back wall and centre of the room clear.
Everyone in place, there follows a few minutes of silence broken only by people whispering to one another.
enters the room.
Dark skinned and clad in green camo clothing, her scalp is easily visible between her cornrows with nary a hair
out of place.
Her expression looks absolutely indifferent with just the slightest hint of a curled lip.
From the broadness and flatness of her facial features as well as her single mauve eye, she is clearly half Tshwane… though, you’d never
guess that from her stature
Female Tshwane average nearly 2m… the men
are more like 2.2m! She
shorter than me
She’s also built like a Sapiens, not the willowy thinness typical of Tshwane
I guess genetics interact in funny ways sometimes…
Based on her age, her Tshwane parent would probably have to have been one of the very first
to be cloned back!
The other eye seems to have been ripped out at some point because in its place is a bionic and there’s a patch of hypopigmented scar tissue, forming a tear shape, at the right corner.
“Recruits… Welcome to the United Terran Coalition Infantry Trainin’ Camp, Graffham… My name is Warrant Officer Simone Sands… and I’ll be your drill instructor…” says the woman, cooly, speaking in a rough sounding, London accent.
The surname ‘Sands’ probably
means her dad was the Tshwane (though not necessarily
… she might have been given her mum’s surname… or it might
be a coincidental English surname).
know why you’re here… Most of you’ve prob’ly already lost loved ones to this War… You are here to defend our right to exist
… and I can’t think of a more worthy reason to fight than that…”
I’ve decided I like this woman… She may
be English but I’ll try not to hold that
“The first thing I need to tell all of you is that, by the end of your trainin’, you will NOT
like me…” she says, as if reading my mind “…that’s OK. My job ain’t to be liked, my job ain’t to make friends… my job is to make soldiers
She casts her biological and bionic eyes around the room, letting her words hang in the air.
… that I said ‘soldiers
’… This ain’t Full Metal Jacket. This ain
the 20th Century. There’ll be
no Pvt Piles
here!… I ain
aimin’ to destroy
your minds or your individuality. I ain
goin’ to physic’ly and psychologic’ly abuse you into becomin’ robots or killers
… I am makin’ you into soldiers
… Regardless… this process will not
be easy! In fact, it may well
be the hardest thing you ever do
!… As the face of this process, you will
come to hate and resent me for it!… I hope
for it! The more you hate me the more-DO YOU HAVE SOMETHIN
’ TO SAY
Everyone in the room is startled by the authoritative woman breaking herself off to shout angrily at someone on the other side of the room.
“STEP FORWARD AND SPEAK SO EVERYONE CAN HEAR YOU
The boy that steps forward is tall, bulky and muscular with a handsome
, half Neanderthal face… just
Then he has to go and ruin
it by opening his mouth.
“I was just saying… that I find it somewhat difficult to take you seriously as a commanding officer… You just seem a little bit… little
.” says the boy in the poshest, smarmiest
English drawl I’ve ever
The woman does not shout, she does not scream, she doesn’t snarl or even purse her lips!
She just nods, as if considering his words, then asks “What’s your name
“Rupert Forest.” responds the boy, proudly.
“And, how tall are you, Pvt Forest?” responds the woman, unimpressed
“195cm.” he answers.
“And, what’s your mass
?” she asks.
“I see, I see… So, by your
logic… you’d make a better drill sergeant than me, would you? You’re 25cm taller and 35kg heavier, afterall!”
He smirks “I wouldn’t presume to say so, Ma’am…” in a way that definitely suggests that he thinks he would
She seems to consider that for some moments before answering “Alright then, fight
me for it!”
“I’m sorry…?” responds the poshboy.
“You heard me… Clearly
, you got no
respect for skill and experience but it seems like you must respect power
… so fight
me for it! You win, you
get to train this lot, I
win, you never
question my authority again!”
Is this woman mad
be a soldier but this boy she just challenged is a half Neanderthal giant
She’s gonna lose
I do not
want to be drilled by some snotty, privileged English brat
who got here at the same time as I did and just couldn’t keep his fucking mouth shut!
Then again, I don’t really want to be drilled by a woman so delusional that she felt the best way to squash insubordination was to challenge a man she has no hope
of beating, either!
The guy is clearly salivating
over the power that’s just been slapped on the table in front of him as he answers “I accept your terms
, Ms Sands…” with faux magnanimity.
There’s no way they’d let a Private run drills, is there? When he wins, someone just needs to go and complain and they’ll give us another (less stupid
) drill sergeant… right
He strips off his jacket to reveal a pair of thick, muscular arms that (in spite of his repulsive personality) are a thrilling
He has to go and ruin it by flexing and posing, clearly revelling
in the room’s worth of gasps he got when he revealed his arms… He obviously likes being the centre of attention.
“Done?” asks Sands, drily.
“If you still want to do
this…” he says, smugly “…you could
just concede defeat and I’m sure
no one would hold it against you!”
Her lip curls as she answers “But… if I did that, no one would learn
nothin’, now would
He shrugs before launching himself at her without waiting for her to give the word to begin.
She whirls out of the way and he snatches at her, unsuccessfully, as his momentum carries him past.
:…” she shouts while snapping into the space behind him and kicking out his knee “…size does not determine victory
, strength does not determine victory
…” levelling another powerful kick between his shoulderblades to bring him to the ground.
She backs off, allowing him to scramble to his feet and turn to face her, hunched in readiness and scowling.
“…Pvt Forest here looked at me with contempt on account of my small size and
, though he didn
’t say so
’d guess that my rough accent
, my lack of a graduate epithet and my lack of a penis also played a roll in his judgin
’ me as less than
!… He thought he could beat me
, he probably still DOES
, ’causa that
, he didn
’t respect my ability to lead
Forest makes another lunge for the smaller woman, misses and is punished for it by being knocked back to the floor.
I’m agog as I watch this little woman… there’s no other word but toy
with the giant
“…but victory does not care how big you are
, how strong you are
, how classy or educated you are or what
**’**s in your pants or panties
She dodges around his arm and pins his chest to the floor with her knee.
“Discipline and trainin
’ determine victory
!… Things that I have and Pvt Forest LACKS
!… Things that ALL of you will acquire
, over the next 8 months
!!!” she turns her head down to the mountain of man she’s pinning to the floor “Concede
The man shakes his head, trying in vain to leverage himself up.
“Alright then… Lesson 2
: When faced with a resistant individual
, compliance can be effectively enforced by the expedient of lockin
’ their joints to induce PAIN
She grabs his thick arms by the wrists and pulls them backwards in a way they are not
meant to bend!
’t make me send you to the Medical Officer
’d be inconvenient for BOTH of us if your pride makes you miss your first week of trainin
’ while your arms heal
He holds out for two more seconds before screaming “I concede
! I CONCEDE
She releases him and stands back up.
your feet, Soldier…” she growls down at him.
He stands back up, his face beet
“Are you ever
goin’ to question my fitness to instruct again, Private?” she glares up at the humiliated giant.
“No.” he answers, gracelessly.
…?” she says as if waiting for something else.
Forest looks as confused as I am about what she’s expecting.
!” she snarls.
“Good, we’ll work
on your attitude, movin’ forward. Now, get
back in line!”
The humiliated man picks up his civvy jacket and returns to the place he was called out from.
“Now, I don’t think I need to prattle on anymore about how you’re gonna hate me by the end of our time together, do I?… I think Pvt Forest helped me prove that point quite well
, so I’ll move on… You will sleep in this
buildin’, six to a room. Your rooms will be gender segregated. If you wish for a place to be… intimate
with people of the opposite gender, you may request use of one of the conjugal rooms… I suggest
you do the same if you want to be intimate with a same
gender partner but that
between you and your roommates
! You will eat in this room at 0700hrs, 1200hrs and 1800hrs. Diet’ry requirements will be accommodated but, bare in mind, this ain’t your mummies’ and daddies’ kitchen
! ‘This food is forbidden by my religion/personal ethics’ is a diet’ry requirement. ‘I am allergic to this food’ is a diet’ry requirement! ‘I don’t like
food tastes’ is not
(!)… In the mornin’s, you will be receivin’ lessons in lecture theatres, workshops and the like…”
… just what I
wanted after leaving school
classrooms(!)” I mutter to myself.
Her head instantly wheels to me with unnerving precision.
“Someone else with somethin
’d like to say
!?” she says, locking eyes with me, terrifyingly.
, Ms Sands!” I answer, instantly.
’m not your bloody schoolteacher girl
Everyone laughs. Even Pvt Forest, like he wasn’t just humiliated himself
, 2 minutes ago!
“Ma’am… err… Ma
!!!” I say, doing my best to emulate the tone I’ve seen soldiers use in films.
She rolls her eye (it’s difficult to tell if the bionic rolls too) and says “Better
… What’s your name
, the Private
’s name is Esme Reid
“Do you remember me tellin’ you this ain
Full Metal Jacket?… You don’t need to scream
when you talk to me, you don
need to refer to yourself in third person and one
‘Ma’am’, when you’re done speakin’, is enough
She points to her single, mauve eye, then to me and says “I’ll have my eye
on you, Reid!”
Somehow, her tone sends a chill up my spine but I do my best not to show it.
She turns away and I release a silent sigh of relief.
“As I was sayin’… In your lectures you will learn the ins and outs of military theory; tactics, strategies, logistics etc. You will learn as much as we can tell you about the nature of the species we are fightin’; their capabilities, tendencies, political organisations and known weaknesses… bear
in mind that First Contact weren’t much more than 4 years ago and we’ve been at War for almost all the intervenin’ time, so a lot of what we teach you will be little more than guesswork and hearsay from prisoners we’ve interrogated… The mornin’s’ll also be where you learn the particulars of the equipment you’ll be expected to be proficient with in the field. This includes firearms, plasmaweaponry and durasteel armour, as well as the tech you’ll likely encounter from the opposite side; kinetic pulse weapons, laser weapons, field emitters etc… I strongly
suggest that no
one allows word to get back to me that they’re not takin’ these classes seriously!… A stupid soldier is a dead
She glares around the room, her eyes resting on me four a quarter of a second.
“…In the afternoons and evenin’s, you’ll be doing PT… that’s ‘Physical Trainin
’’… soon to be every one
of your two least
favourite words in the English Language(!) “
I notice a wry smirk twist the mouths of a few of the camp attendants.
“In PT you will be drilled in agility, endurance, close quarters combat and coordinated marching… Five times over the comin’ 8 months, you and your trainin’ partner will be dropped into a remote bit of wilderness, somewhere on Earth, for five day practical survival experience. You will be given a beacon, to summon retrieval, but these are only to be used in cases of actual threat to life or bodily integrity
… not because you’re feelin’ miserable
She takes a second to pause for breath.
“You get an allowance of 12 days off, over your time here… that’s two
a month… These are subject to my
approval and I may deny them for any
reason, including no
reason… so don
piss me off!… You may not
take more than 2 consecutive days leave at a time! Certain classes are mandatory
and leave will not
be approved on days they occur. If your allowance is spent, no more leave will be approved, barring a real
emergency!… Now, for today, you are going to line up to have your maps and room keys downloaded onto your holos when your name is called, then
you are going to have your bodies scanned for your armour measurements… at that point everyone with no uterus has the rest of the day free to settle in… If you have
a uterus, you’ll need to report to medical to get your cycle paused! This is, I’m afraid, non
optional… You are not prohibited from engaging in relations with your fellow recruits but you cannot
be a soldier while you’re able to get pregnant. Attempts to circumvent this requirement in any
way will land you in the Stockade!… After your cycle pause has been given, you’ll also have the rest of the day to settle in… Enjoy
it! It’ll be the most downtime you get for a while
!… Finally… I believe we have a 17 year old with us here… Pvt Taylor?”
A few people put their hands up, most looking confused.
Taylor! The 17
year old?” she says, exasperated.
All but one of those with their hands up put them down.
The one remaining Pvt Taylor with his hand in the air has pale skin, black hair, brown eyes and a sharp featured face wearing a dour expression.
He stands even taller than Forest… Nearly 2m tall!
Though he’s not quite
as heavily built, he’s certainly a good
looking piece of boycandy!
…” says Sands, her mouth breaking into a smile for the first time I’ve seen “…couldn’t wait
to go off to War, could you(?)”
He mutters something but, while I can hear the power and deepness of his voice, I can’t make out a word he says.
“You’ll have to speak up
, Taylor! Nobody’ll be able to hear you if you mumble.” points out Sands.
“I said I had some personal circumstances that made this the most sensible course of action for me, Ma’am.” says the tall, dark haired man, looking over her head rather than down at her and speaking in a grim monotone. He definitely loses boycandy points for the poshness of his accent, unfortunately…
“I see… I won’t pry into that
but… you didn’t think of Officer Training? That
the route that most
people take when volunteering ahead of their conscription.”
He shakes his head “I thought of it and decided against it, Ma’am.”
“Oh? Why’s that, Pvt Taylor?”
“I didn’t believe I would make
a good officer, Ma’am.” he answers simply.
She laughs “I wish every soldier could be as introspective, Taylor! I like you
!… Unfortunately, bein’ a minor does mean that you can’t be put in a room with others… Sooo
, that means you get a room to yourself… for the moment. Might sound
cushy but before anyone else gets too
jealous, bare in mind that privacy is the only
advantage! His room will be a sixth the size of yours so its basic’ly a broomcupboard
… the dis
advantage will be severely
reduced opportunity to socialise!… If that doesn’t sound doable, you can leave and come back when you turn 18, Taylor.”
“It’s acceptable, Ma’am.” he says without hesitating.
Yeah… it’s official… I don
I rub the spot on my arm where the serum was thunked into me about 15 minutes ago.
Like with everything else
about conscription, I get
it… I understand the point
But seeing the sense doesn’t mean I have to like
It’s not like I want
to get pregnant (getting a nine month reprieve from service would be a fairly
shitty reason for me to bring a child
into the world) but it does feel like one last slap in the face to my personal autonomy
that I’ve just had a cycle pause fucking mandated
upon my body by the government!
As I draw near, door 1512 detects the key downloaded on my holo and unlocks
I open it and am greeted by a blonde girl, smiling broadly and instantly identifiable as brimming
with ADHD energy.
there! My name’s Charlotte, it’s lovely
to meet you!” says the girl, wrapping me in a hug without asking if I’m OK with that.
Her accent makes me wonder if everyone
I meet here is going to be a posh toff
She makes three of three
of my fellow draftees!
“A pleasure, Charlotte… the name’s Esme…” I say, speaking Scottish accented standard English and gingerly patting her back.
“Oh, you’re Scottish
…?” she says pulling herself off me with an expression that suggests meeting a Scottish person is just the most wonderful
thing she could have imagined
“…My great grandmother was from Edinburgh, where are you
“Stranraer.” I answer.
She frowns “I don’t know it, I’m sorry
“I won’t hold it against you… Southwestern tip of Scotland? Where it nearly touches Ireland and the Man Peninsula?… ’Bout two and a half million people?”
! I don’t think I’ve ever met
someone from a village
before!” she says, seeming entirely oblivious to how that might
be taken as an insult.
“Yeah… I guess it’s not
“Well…” she wraps me back in the hug and continues “…we’re the first ones to the room and that has
to mean we’re going to be best
“I’m afraid my best friend’s name is Tamsin… the position is not
open.” I say, firmly setting a boundary.
“I meant best bootcamp
friends, silly!” she says, as if that should have gone without saying.
“Alright… I guess that positions open… but you’ve not got the job yet
(!)” I quip, warming up a little to the ball of posh English energy.
She pulls back and beams at me “Alright then, for my first
act as best bootcamp friend candidate, let me show you the view!… That
should earn me some points!”
She says, leading me into the room that’s so small it makes me doubt that that goody-two-shoes 17 year old can possibly
have one a sixth
She leads me to the window and spends a few moments making sure I’m positioned just right before she draws back the curtain.
The view is
quite breathtaking… rolling hills of snow blanketed mammoth steppe, lit by evening sun, with barely any of the sprawling military camp visible.
Though, you can
see one of the tallest structures ever built by Humanity… the Sussex Space elevator… several times the Earth’s own diameter, the ‘top’, if you can even call
it that, is a fifth of the way from here to Luna! …And… in 8 months, I’m going to be riding it, all the way up, to get on a troop transport.
“Look! See! There’s a herd of aurochs over on that hill! You know this place used to be a national park, before even Unification or the Reset! It’s called the South Downs! My mum told me we had family from here… obviously I never met any of them because they would have left hundreds
of years ago!…”
The bubbly girl talks and talks and… just keeps
talking… but I don’t particularly mind.
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2023.06.04 14:28 DiscoveryHimalaya Manaslu Tsum Valley Trek 19 Days - Tsum Valley Trekking Packages - Manaslu Trek Cost - Manaslu Circuit Trek Itinerary - Trek to Manaslu Base Camp - Manaslu Region Treks
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2023.06.04 13:18 dairiya [Claim]: The Kingdom of Asmanakashra
[Claim Information at the Bottom] Centuries Since Liberation
The Kingdom of Asmanakashra
On a cool summer evening, a gathering of children formed a semicircle around the amber fire, eyes filled with a mix of wonder and excitement. Having entered their 10th year, the boys, girls, and ashten
of Jorchiktele were finally old enough to hear the history of their kingdom, including its less savory aspects. As the young ones began to settle around her hearth, the high priestess Ajarma smiled to herself. The story of liberation was her favorite tale to sing. Once everyone was accounted for, her eyes widened as she became animated and her bracelets of iron, copper, and stone jangled together to form their rhythmic clangor. Performing the dance passed down for generations, the priestess began to sing Asmanakashra’s epic of liberation.
“Long ago we worked the mines,”
“Forced to toil akin to beasts.”
“Ancestors from far and wide brought in chains,”
“Unity under the crack of whips.”
“Spirits remained unbroken,”
“Even as bodies collapsed.”
“As we worked we learned,”
“Of gifts placed by the Gods.”
“As we dug deeper and deeper,”
“The bountiful mountains sheltered us.”
“One day the lowland devils,”
“Grew too weak to whip us.”
“Metal in hand we caved their skulls,”
“A people finally freed.”
“Now their bones pave our mountain paths,”
“And their blood grows our wine.”
“We honor our sacred freedom,”
“Praise the Mountains, the King, and the Mines!”
Her performance caused a raucous response from the young audience, who answered the end of her sacred tale with a chorus of oaths:
“Praise the Mountains, the King, and the Mines! Praise the Mountains, the King, and the Mines! Praise the Mountains, the King, and the Mines!”
King Damiharthro of Anagekh, his high priestess Ajarma and an assortment of porters were nearing the final stop of their annual tour of the kingdom. It was nearing the end of the harvest season, and chilled weather was sure to follow. In his youth, King Damiharthro had enjoyed traversing the beautiful hills surrounding his village, but as old age made his body weary even simple tasks like riding his horse were becoming difficult. Even as the evening sun warmed the hillsides and colored his white wool shawl, Damiharthro felt a chill deep in his bones. To age truly is a curse, he thought to himself. Thankfully, this was the last stop on his final tour as king, after which he could finally rest his weary bones.
Damiharthro and his entourage crested a small ridge, and on the other side they found their destination. The village of Keshthrute sat nestled between the ridge and the imposing base of a mountain, with a small brook bubbling through the village’s center. Southwest of Keshthrute and at the intersection of ridge and stoneface was the mine that had given Keshthrute its name. Before liberation, the Keshthrute mine had exported copper far abroad, feeding the war machines of empires far from these sacred lands. After liberation, Keshthrute followed the example of her fellow mine-clans and continued operations, albeit with less demand and under significantly better conditions. After all, the Gods did not fill their mountain homes with metal so it could go unused. Outside Keshthrute’s low stone wall, a man in traditional earth tone wool greeted Damiharthro and his assistants. The man bowed to his king, before declaring,
“I am Nakabno of Keshthrute, the beto
of the Keshthrute mine-clan. May your ground be stable.”
“May your ground be stable.” King Damiharthro replied. “Let the sanctification ritual begin.”
Thereafter, the priestess Ajarma led the procession. First they visited Keshthrute’s village shrine at the center of the town square, a squat stone table with a chunk of copper ore embellished at the center of the table’s surface. Upon hearing her sacred chants, the townsfolk surrounding the party cheered. Then they visited the highest point in town, where Ajarma offered her prayers to the herders. At this time of year, many of the shepherds had already migrated east for warmer weather, so prayers at Keshthrute’s highest point were meant to carry across the wind and find their intended target. Next Ajarma arrived at the town’s vineyard. Keshthrute was too high in elevation for the best wine production, but the small grapes received Ajarma’s blessing nonetheless. By this point Damiharthro was fighting off the desire to fall asleep while still riding his horse, but he knew the most important part of the ritual still had yet to be conducted.
Ajarma, Damiharthro, and Nakabno and the other members of the procession finally arrived at the mine just as the sun was sinking beneath the mountain. Ajarma pulled out the sacred mashthra
, a thin and slightly concave plate of iron. After a moment, she took her wooden staff and struck the face of the mashthra
. The metallic clang reverberated off the mountain face, and the sound resonated well into the ravines beyond. For a moment there was silence, as Ajarma used her mythic intuition to interpret the sound of wood striking metal. Having interpreted the echos, Ajarma told the assembly,
“The Gods favor Keshthrute, but be warned as this year’s winter will be severe. In spring this chill will haunt you, do not plant until later in the season.”
And with that, the augury and sanctification were over. Damiharthro privately had many reservations about the auguries, as he knew they were not always correct. Such was the fickle will of the Gods he supposed.
Before leaving, Nakabno approached Damiharthro with a serene smile on his face. “May your ground be stable, King Damiharthro of Anagekh.”
“And may your ground be stable, Nakabno of Keshthrute. I believe I shall see you this winter?”
“As is my duty,” Nakabno replied.
Lord of the Mine-Clans
Nakabno rode through the chilled winter night as snow quietly settled around him. In Keshthrute snow storms were larger and more frequent, but down here the falling flakes maintained their blissful serenity without a hint of danger. He had always enjoyed the snow, but he certainly would not mind the more mild winters of Jorchiktele. Just as this thought crossed his mind, the fires of the capitol became visible through the darkness. Thankfully he would not have to spend another night camped along the mountain paths, and he would arrive on time if only barely. An extra day’s delay might not have hurt his chances, but it is always difficult to discern what will contribute to the other betya’s
Jorchiktele had always been an imposing city, situated between two rivers and with mountains to its north and south. The most prominent hill is the eponymous Jorchiktele
, which towers over the settlement from the southwest. From the north and the west, the Mitele
rivers come together to form the Ishtene
River, and wheat fields blanket the small valley. When the basin along the Ishtene
gives way to the gradually increasing face of Jorchiktele
, the wheat fields transform into terraces, although these earthworks do not extend more than two-hundred feet above their lowland counterparts. Above the terraces come squat clay houses, where the majority of Jorchiktele’s people lived. These abodes had a single doorway in and out, and were constructed from the clay sediments harvested in the basin below. Above the clay homes are the stone houses of the merchants and landowners. While they have the influence to live in larger homes of polished sandstone, they pale in comparison to the estates granted to betya
. Near the summit of Jorchiktele
, these complexes had multiple levels and are built out of the finest stone in the region. They are often accented with gold and copper, two ores long associated with the nobility. Just beneath the final summit are two perfectly square buildings, cast in an amber hue as the flames of a thousand torches lick the polished granite surfaces. Even from this distance, Nakabno could see the metallic iconography catching in the light of the flames, a symbol of authority as resolute as the ground beneath his feet. Even after having visited multiple times, Nakabno was in awe riding towards Asmanakasha’s largest settlement. He hoped that he would soon be able to call it home.
Upon entering the city itself, an attendant led Nakabno to his local estate. As a beto
Nakabno was entitled to stay in the luxurious structure while he was visiting the capitol, which far outshone his living quarters back in Keshthrute. The dimensions of his estate, given its position near the summit of the mountain, should have been impossible. Much like the other buildings of Jorchiktele, Nakabno’s temporary abode was partially built into the mountainside, sitting atop a manufactured plot of level ground. Nakabno always privately wondered if these would slide down the mountain-face, but he did not dare question his countrymen’s craftsmanship. Despite these concerns Nakabno had a wonderful night’s sleep, and around noon donned his ceremonial woolen robes to ascend the cobblestone path towards the Royal Palace.
After being ushered in by royal attendants, Nakabno found himself at the center of the palatial complex. The sturdy roof that covered the majority of the building gave way to an open circular courtyard, dotted with fire pits to keep the participants warm in the winter air. Alongside the lack of roofing, the polished granite floors of the palace were replaced with the bare earth of the mountain. Arranged in a circle were a collection of wooden seats and a single floor mat, all of which were empty when Nakabno had arrived. Early once again, that must count for something, he thought to himself.
As noon drew closer, the other betya
entered the courtyard. Following them was Ajarma, the priestess of Jorchiktele, and finally King Damiharthro of Anagekh. In the few months since Nakabno had last seen the aged King, his eyes had become even more sunken, and his arms looked like branches in the depths of winter. He had already shed the royal white robes, but atop his head he still wore the Royal Crown. The King waddled to his rightful place on the floor mat, and Ajarma helped him take his seat. Despite his decrepit appearance, King Damiharthro wore a proud smile. After all, his burdens in life were about to be lightened at last.
Once everyone had arrived, Ajarma stepped into the center of the circle. Striking her mashthra
and listening to it’s holy resonance, Ajarma announced with a thundering voice,
“The Gods have willed the selection of our next King, deliberation has begun!”
With this announcement, the many betya
took their opportunities to speak during their allotted time. Each of these men had been elected in a similar process by their Mine-Clans, whether due to their work ethic, personal charisma, or raw talent when it came to mining and smelting. In addition to these qualities, the men were now to be judged by their administrative careers as well. King Damiharthro heard the arguments of the betya
with increasing disinterest, it was clear this long process was wearing out the already weak King. Nonetheless, he remained awake long enough to hear all of the betya
make their pitches, after which the debates began.
It was now up to the representatives to pick the leader they would rally behind through a voting process. The new King would require all other members to vote for him, so as could be imagined the selection process could last days or even weeks. Before Nakabno got a second opportunity to speak, the winter sun had already set, signaling the end of the day’s discussions. The betya
left the courtyard and headed to their respective manors for the night, but as they say politics do not sleep. Nakabno spent the night hosting a grand celebration for his fellow betya
, hoping that his own personal charisma would be enough to secure his place as the King of Asmanakashra.
Four days after deliberation had begun, Nakabno's plan had paid off. Upon entering the courtyard, everyone in attendance agreed to vote for their pleasant host. King Damiharthro, having seen Nakabno’s success only months prior, agreed with the verdict. After the striking of the mashthra
, Ajarma carefully removed the Royal Crown from Damiharthro’s head and placed it on Nakabno’s. This artifact had been passed between kings for centuries, a golden ring studded with limestone, sandstone, and granite on the band. At the center of the forehead, the brand dipped towards the nose, the central bridge adorned with copper and iron stones. The Royal Crown fit Nakabno perfectly, and a wide smile spread across his face.
“Hail King Nakabno of Keshthrute!” shouted Ajarma.
“Hail! Hail! Hail!” came a chorus of voices.
Once the ceremony was completed, Damiharthro pulled King Nakabno aside.
“You know my liege, the title of King is a heavy burden to bear. When I was first chosen decades ago the title had been perfunctory, and my role mattered very little in the grand scheme of the Kingdom. But things are changing. In the past few years, there have been reports of other kingdoms ascending, even those who once yoked us in chains. This has the potential to be an unstable time, King Nakabno, and all I ask is that you rule well.”
“Thank you for this advice, Damiharthro of Anagekh. May your ground be stable.”
“May your ground be stable, King Nakabno of Keshthrute.” Claim Name: The Kingdom of Asmanakashra
Claim Type: Confederation of the Mine-Clans/State
Starting Age: Iron Age
Technology: Writing, Bronze Working, Iron Working, Horse Domestication
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2023.06.04 13:03 BullAlligator [General Discussion] REGIONALS WEEK: Part IV (2023)
/collegebaseball General Discussion Thread - REGIONALS WEEK: Part IV (2023)
Regionals Week Games
|Mon ||Tue ||Wed ||Thu ||Fri ||Sat ||Sun ||Mon |
|29th ||30th ||31st ||1st ||2nd ||3rd ||4th ||5th |
2023 Postseason Top 25 Mean+Median 3-Poll Composite
BA – Baseball America
|Rank ||Team ||Conference ||D1B ||BWA ||USAT ||Prev. ||Δ |
|1 || Wake Forest Demon Deacons || ACC ||1 ||1 ||1 ||1 ||— |
|2 || Florida Gators || SEC ||2 ||2 ||2 ||2 ||— |
|3 || Vanderbilt Commodores || SEC ||4 ||3 ||4 ||6 ||↑3 |
|4 || Arkansas Razorbacks || SEC ||5 ||4 ||3 ||5 ||↑1 |
|5 || Clemson Tigers || ACC ||3 ||6 ||5 ||8 ||↑3 |
|6 || LSU Tigers || SEC ||7 ||5 ||6 ||4 ||↓2 |
|7 || Stanford Cardinal || Pac-12 ||6 ||7 ||6 ||3 ||↓4 |
|8 || Miami Hurricanes || ACC ||8 ||8 ||10 ||10 ||↑2 |
|9 || Coastal Carolina Chanticleers || Sun Belt ||9 ||9 ||8 ||7 ||↓2 |
|10 || Virginia Cavaliers || ACC ||11 ||11 ||9 ||11 ||↑1 |
|11 || Campbell Fighting Camels || Big South ||12 ||10 ||11 ||15 ||↑4 |
|12 || ECU Pirates || American ||15 ||12 ||12 ||12 ||— |
|13 || Connecticut Huskies || Big East ||10 ||13 ||14 ||9 ||↓4 |
|14 || Oklahoma State Cowboys || Big 12 ||16 ||15 ||13 ||17 ||↑3 |
|15 || Dallas Baptist Patriots || C-USA ||18 ||14 ||15 ||16 ||↑1 |
|16 || Southern Miss Golden Eagles || Sun Belt ||13 ||17 ||19 ||21 ||↑5 |
|17 || Oregon State Beavers || Pac-12 ||14 ||21 ||17 ||13 ||↓4 |
|18 || Tennessee Volunteers || SEC ||21 ||18 ||16 ||14 ||↓4 |
|19 || South Carolina Gamecocks || SEC ||NR ||16 ||18 ||19 ||— |
|20 || Maryland Terrapins || Big Ten ||19 ||19 ||25 ||25 ||↑5 |
|21 || Alabama Crimson Tide || SEC ||22 ||20 ||23 ||NR ||↑6 |
|22 || Indiana State Sycamores || MVC ||23 ||23 ||20 ||NR ||↑ |
|23 || Kentucky Wildcats || SEC ||NR ||22 ||21 ||23 ||— |
|24 || West Virginia Mountaineers || Big 12 ||NR ||25 ||22 ||18 ||↓6 |
|25 || Auburn Tigers || SEC ||20 ||27 ||NR ||NR ||↑1 |
|NR || Duke Blue Devils || ACC ||NR ||24 ||NR ||24 ||↓2 |
|NR || TCU Horned Frogs || Big 12 ||17 ||28 ||NR ||NR ||↑ |
|NR || Oregon Ducks || Pac-12 ||24 ||26 ||NR ||NR ||↑ |
|NR || Boston College Eagles || ACC ||NR ||29 ||24 ||20 ||↓9 |
|NR || Texas A&M Aggies || SEC ||25 ||30 ||NR ||NR ||↑ |
D1B – D1Baseball
CBW – National Collegiate Baseball Writers Association
USAT – USA Today
2023 Division 1 League Champions *ineligible to receive automatic qualifier; Cal State Fullerton was rewarded the bid
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2023.06.04 13:01 PiggyTweedle [OC] [Art] An encounter map I drew for the game today.
Part 1: Nearfields The adventure begins when the player characters confront a powerful warband of raiders threatening the farmland of Nearfields. Under the command of fermaster Toede, the warband of goblins, hobgoblins, and bugbears lairs in the ruins of an ancient temple of the solomnic knights buried deep in the mountains. They are scouting out the surrounding lands in preparation for a series of attacks on the farmland of Nearfields and Solace to disrupt the cultivation of crops and weaken the area making it easier for the Dragonarmy to invade and destroy. In the course of their fight to drive off the marauders, the PC's learn that Fermaster Toede is gathered forces in the Kiri Valley. Their goal is to cause as much chaos as possible, gather powerful allies in Abanasinia to cause division and destabilize the region in preparation for Lord Verminaard's invasion.
Introduction: The once peaceful farmland that supplies the people of Solace is under threat. Goblin attacks on the farms has become more frequent. The farmers desperate for help, seek brave adventurers to put an end to these attacks and restore safety to the region. It is up to the players to investigate the farmland, track down the goblins to their hideout and eliminate the threat. Adventure Hooks: • Brewgoff (Schief) the Hylar Dwarf from Thorbardin has been tasked by Thane Glade Hornfel Kytil to travel to Solace. Once there he is to search out information pertaining to the Hobgoblin Fewmaster Toede. There is a connection between Fewmaster Toede and the Thane Realgar of the Theiwar. A derro dwarf who will stop at nothing to become King of Thorbardin. • On the road to Solace Niles (Seth) and Baxter Willowbark (Dave) were given a ride into Solace by Olaf the Meadmaker. While on their way Olaf told the two adventurers of the goblin raids that have been occurring recently to the other farmers in Nearfields. MARAUDER ATTACK Bloodthirsty marauders are disrupting all traffic on the road from Solace through the Kiri Valley to the Abanasinian Plains. They will attack anyone taking this road soon as the PCs travel the road.
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2023.06.04 11:13 DiscoveryHimalaya Everest Base Camp Helicopter Tour - Luxury Everest Base Camp Tour - Everest Base Camp Trek Itinerary & Cost Details
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If you're looking for a luxury adventure holiday we would highly recommend the short Everest Base Camp Helicopter tour. This memorable trip minimizes your dream adventure holiday within a short time. If you've a limited time or are not flexible in physical fitness this would be a beautiful optional trip for everyone.
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. It is a popular option for those who want to experience the majestic views of Mount Everest and the surrounding Himalayan peaks but may not have the time or physical ability to trek all the way to the base camp.
Helicopter tours to Everest Base Camp typically depart from Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal. The tour takes you on a scenic flight through the breathtaking landscapes of the Khumbu region, offering panoramic views of snow-capped mountains, deep valleys, and remote Sherpa villages. Everest Base Camp Helicopter Tour
During the helicopter tour, you will make a stop at Everest Base Camp or the nearby Kala Patthar viewpoint, depending on the operator and the package you choose. This allows you to step out of the helicopter and spend some time at the base camp, taking in the incredible scenery and capturing memorable photographs.
It's important to note that the helicopter tour to Everest Base Camp is a relatively short visit and does not involve trekking or spending extended periods of time at high altitudes. This makes it a suitable option for individuals who have limited time or are not physically prepared for a full trekking expedition.
It's recommended to book your helicopter tour with a reputable and experienced operator who prioritizes safety and has a good track record. Make sure to check the details of the tour, including the duration, itinerary, and any additional services provided. Also, keep in mind that weather conditions in the Everest region can be unpredictable, so there might be instances where flights are delayed or rescheduled for safety reasons.
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2023.06.04 10:35 AlanGranted The Climate-Killing Mountain Valley Pipeline Was a Poison Pill Congress Should Not Have Swallowed
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2023.06.04 10:03 catticus_n_bigD I asked ai to rank the top 5 years for the Grateful Dead and this what it said 77,73,68,90,89
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Ai: Again, it's important to note that this is subjective and different fans may have different opinions. However, here is one possible ranking of five of the Grateful Dead's best years:
- 1977 - Many fans consider this to be the band's peak year, with consistently high-quality performances throughout the year.
- 1973 - This year is often cited as one of the band's best, with many legendary shows and outstanding playing.
- 1969 - The band's performances during this year were marked by raw energy and experimentation, with many extended psychedelic jams and legendary shows.
- 1990 - This year saw the band at a creative peak, with tight musicianship, inspired improvisation, and strong setlists.
- 1989 - The band's shows during this year were marked by high-energy performances and tight playing, particularly during their summer tour.
Again, this is just one possible ranking and different fans may have different opinions.
Me:could you go into more detail about what makes each of those years special? include top shows and albums released
Ai: Sure, here's a brief overview of what makes each of those years special, along with some notable shows and albums:
- 1977 - This is widely considered to be the Grateful Dead's peak year, with consistently high-quality performances characterized by tight playing, inspired improvisation, and strong setlists. Notable shows from 1977 include the May 8th show at Barton Hall, Cornell University, which is widely regarded as one of the best Grateful Dead shows ever; the May 22nd show at the Sportatorium in Pembroke Pines, Florida, which features a stunning "Terrapin Station" suite; and the December 29th show at the Winterland Ballroom in San Francisco, which features an epic "Help on the Way/Slipknot!/Franklin's Tower" sequence. Notable albums from this year include "Terrapin Station" and "The Grateful Dead Movie Soundtrack."
- 1973 - This year is often cited as one of the Grateful Dead's best, with many legendary shows and outstanding playing. Notable shows from 1973 include the February 15th show at the Dane County Coliseum in Madison, Wisconsin, which features a standout "Dark Star"; the May 26th show at Kezar Stadium in San Francisco, which features a stunning "Playing in the Band"; and the December 6th show at the Cleveland Public Hall, which features a sublime "Eyes of the World." Notable albums from this year include "Wake of the Flood" and "History of the Grateful Dead, Volume 1 (Bear's Choice)."
- 1969 - This year saw the Grateful Dead at a creative peak, with raw energy and experimentation characterizing many of their performances. Notable shows from 1969 include the February 27th show at the Fillmore West in San Francisco, which features a legendary "Dark Star"; the August 21st show at the International Speedway in Watkins Glen, New York, which features a massive jam with members of the Jefferson Airplane and the Quicksilver Messenger Service; and the December 7th show at the Fillmore East in New York City, which features an epic "Other One." Notable albums from this year include "Aoxomoxoa" and "Live/Dead."
- 1990 - This year saw the Grateful Dead at a creative peak, with tight musicianship, inspired improvisation, and strong setlists characterizing many of their performances. Notable shows from 1990 include the March 29th show at the Nassau Coliseum in Uniondale, New York, which features a standout "China>Rider" and "Estimated Prophet"; the June 16th show at the Shoreline Amphitheatre in Mountain View, California, which features a sublime "Bird Song"; and the September 20th show at Madison Square Garden in New York City, which features a stunning "Dark Star." Notable albums from this year include "Without a Net" and "Dozin' at the Knick."
- 1989 - This year saw the Grateful Dead delivering high-energy performances and tight playing, particularly during their summer tour. Notable shows from 1989 include the July 7th show at JFK Stadium in Philadelphia, which features a stunning "Iko Iko" and "Morning Dew"; the July 19th show at Alpine Valley in East Troy, Wisconsin, which features an epic "Help on the Way>Slipknot>Franklin's Tower"; and the October 9th show at Hampton Coliseum in Hampton, Virginia, which features a standout "Eyes of the World." Notable albums from this year include "Built to Last" and "Formerly the Warlocks."